Only slightly sane <br />That’s what the man in the chair told me <br /> <br />As I talked to him <br />He wrote in his book <br />Two fifty an hour <br />That’s all that it took <br />For him to tell me <br />I’m only slightly sane <br /> <br />“Tell me about thee” <br />He says it so kind <br />But he’s bored with me <br />He’s made up his mind <br />That he will tell me <br />I’m only slightly sane <br /> <br />That’s not a degree <br />A license to label <br />Is what I perceive <br />To say I’m not able <br />So he says to me <br />I’m only slightly sane <br /> <br />I take these grey pills <br />Filled with emptiness <br />He sends me the bills <br />All he did was guess <br />And he told me that <br />I’m only slightly sane <br /> <br />Only slightly sane <br />That’s what the man in the chair told me<br /><br />David DeAngelo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/onlyslightlysane/
