On my bookshelf there is a book, <br /> <br />When I am in doubt I take a look. <br /> <br />The other day I looked up the word schizophrenic, <br /> <br />A difficult word heard in a psychiatrist’s clinic. <br /> <br />I took my dictionary in my hand as I often do, <br /> <br />To search for a word that might give me a clue. <br /> <br />Then I found schizophrenic I was in a shock, <br /> <br />It nearly caused my old brain to block. <br /> <br />A split personality it was very clear, <br /> <br />It was a pity that no psychiatrist was near. <br /> <br />He or she could easily in words simple to understand, <br /> <br />Tell me that there are thousands of cases living in this land. <br /> <br />But no I had to use my dictionary to find out, <br /> <br />Am I schizophrenic I have a great doubt? <br /> <br />At the moment I am a person quite happy and clear, <br /> <br />Then my mood changes to one of great fear. <br /> <br />Is it me that writes poetry and verse? <br /> <br />Or is the other just being perverse. <br /> <br />My dictionary is full of knowledge you know, <br /> <br />Not being an expert I am terribly slow. <br /> <br />I would not be without this clever book, <br /> <br />When I am in doubt I just take a look.<br /><br />Bernard Shaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dictionary/
