by Dr.Moose1
Your very own cast of thousands
Only you can see them all
Under-staffed let's see a show of
hands
Some are big and some are small
How many of them would be you
One is never enough
Laugh when the going gets too tough
Don't you know they're after you
Grab a hold of something
Everythings within your reach
Take the time to write some rhymes
Hold on 'cause life's a beach
Everyone's got problems
Let's not dwell on that
Pass the pickled peppers please
(have you seen my paper hat?)
Into the next Millennium
Carrying quite a load
Over many mistakes made
Memories mark my road
Everything that has been dreamed
Incomplete but still in sight
Never far from field of view
Perspective sheds some light
In dealing with life's curve-balls
Everyone has a plan
Could it be what works for me
Eventually...
Some will understand ?
You're getting very sleepy
Open your eyes on the count of three
Unless you'd rather be a nut
Stuck here for eternity
They all think you're wack-o
And it could be that they're right
Your increasingly strange behavior
Only proves that they just might
Understand you fit the profile
Talking to your-self this way
One of you is crazy
Four of you O.K.
Three are weaving baskets
Help is coming soon
In you head you're in the Institute
Staffed by lunatics and Toons
Hewwo evwybody
Evwywon is wooking good
Ratchit wasn't watching
Else I'd stay out in the woods
'Sure are wots of wackos here
Evwy time I turn awound
Last one in's a wotten egg
Mr. Fudd is back in town
Evwybody wisten, while I tell my
pwan
Ratchet's in the wadie's woom ,
washing out bed-pans
Anywon who's with me
Nod your widdle heads
Doc is going down this time
He's been woofing wots of meds
Evwything is weady
'Supwise him when he's dweaming
Pay him back for thwowing me out
It's him who should be weaving
Stoopid cwumsy big dumb moose
Stole my pwace on his computer
Evwyone who is with me
Dwag him out, that instituter!
U are getting sweepy very sweepy!
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