InSane?

Words are nonsense in the
mind of insanity.
What? Am I insane?
Nonsense, insanity is sanity to
the insane.
Make sense? No? Good.

Maybe. Yes wait why
am I? Who? Myself? Why
is that nonsense? Tis nonsense is not
sanity. Insane!
Sense! That makes sense
to me. You?

A many morning's blessin'
to ya.
Ciao, parlí pui lentemente
I can hear what you are sayin'. Understading
is tae problem.
Wee bit too late laddie.
Come next year. . . or next decade.

Listen to the voices that never
speak or talk.
Watch the words float above
you and rearrange them.
This be the mind of the Sane InSane.
Deal with it.