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Won't You Please Let Me In (The Looney Bin)

If you're not crazy enough
in this brave new world,
if you're not hearing voices
or seeing things,
the Man won't let you into
the looney bin!
No, the Man won't let you into
the looney bin!

You can walk around all sad
and blue, suffering
in silence until you go mad,
but they won't let you into
the looney bin!
No, the man won't let you into
the looney bin!

For the only way in is
to hallucinate,
to say God is telling you
to be harm another,
or harm yourself,
to see the devil in a baby,
and try to kill it too...

Well, then though my hearing
is perfectly normal,
and my sight is clear,
my brain's inflamed
with a strong desire
to medicate this pain within.
So please let me in!

Oh, I am crazy enough,
though I don't hallucinate.
Oh, I am as mad as those
who inhabit your psychwards,
though my fears are washed away.
Oh, no voices plague me, but
my heart has something to say:

If I'm not crazy enough
in this brave new world,
if I'm not hearing voices
or seeing things,
won't you please let me into
the looney bin!
Oh, won't you let me into
the looney bin!
Oh, I feel this strange desire
to voice this pain within!
Won't you please let me in?
Won't you please, please let me in?

1 comment:

Sageb1 said...

I'm certain this poem was written due to a depression that took five years and the right medication to achieve "remission".