Sigvent

Madness is a glorious thing It saves you from life's great distresses And madness is a gift, a magnificent gift With which our dear parents have blessed us You can like strange trinkets Like pink polka dots On top of a green flamingo Or you can fall in love With the local stray dog But see him marry the neighbourhood cat You could bathe in buttons Pulled from old vests And moisturise with your own tears You could dislike all cookies And hate all things healthy But still enjoy an apple or two But within these four walls These bright white walls I think it is safe to say Madness will tale us all And I quite prefer it this wa