A tribute to all of us who have dwelt under the umbrella of alleged madness.
No spellchecker was used to maintain the authentic integrity of Mike's extensive whim.
He travels with his mind because his body quite often lets him down.
To love and be loved must be the greatest thing
It can help you survive internment camps and loony bins
But it is a risky business
I learned this as I fed Largactyl to the pigeons
What happens when we lose love?
There is no good market for it
Is it coincidence or destiny
That made us recipients of psychiatry?
Did we sin to deserve all this or is it an accidental kiss?
The greatest danger is to lose will
Then to be cast adrift adrift with no depot of ambition
Except the psychiatrist`s stare with the injection
And to take another pill
To be loved makes some of us feel important
Simply because we are loved
But what happens when there is an iron fist
in the velvet glove?
Oh misery!
It is said it is better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all
The trouble is that you know what you are missing
Especially if your loved one is off with your friend
It can drive you round the bend
Everything worthwhile is a risky business
I learned this as I fed largactyl to the pigeons
They stumbled towards me the next day
And demanded kemadrin
So gross national product
Is considered more important than happiness
As moon beams play on the incoming tide
It was just too good to be in that village in love