Although this is not an acid trip
(I know that's what some of you will think)
I ease back in your comfy chair,
Responding to your ink.
An Orange Elephant I explain,
responding to blob one,
he stealthily moves into my dryer,
and thinks it all good fun.
You look at me with both brows raised
and ask me to elaborate.
This tiny klepto steals one sock,
and brings it to his mate.
Shaking your head you turn the page,
it reminds me of a Sheep.
I explain about my insomnia,
and how I tried to sleep.
As you pick up the phone to call your friends,
these fluffy fiends I describe.
Biting, dancing, slamming into walls,
recruiting for their sadist tribe.
While fitted with my brand new coat,
the one with extended arms,
I tell you of the Giant Pink Bunnies
and all their gracious charms.
You may thnk these Cutesy Beasts,
are kind and full of care.
But guard your pockets full of change,
even rabbits pay subway fare :'(
Now locked up in my new apartment,
inside my mental zoo,
I look across the padded room and see,
Roger Daltrey and The Who.