In the Mind of the Mad Man

Enter:
Ha! what is this
Before me again.
Here comes she again
Everyday the same routine
Ms Jones; working class lady.
See how dresed she is.
Seductive!

Seduction!
Reminds me of a song.

Look at her pretending
To be serious minded
When truly it is
Silly thought running
In her necrophilic mind.
I can tell from her dressing.

Oh I am a psychologist
They even call me 'psycho'
These mad people.

Ehn! And here he comes.
Never failing to walk
A few metres
Behind Ms Jones,
Mr Lakunle.

See him peeping at
The curves at her backside
Ogling at her feminism.
This man is bad
Or maybe mad.

I am not mad
I am wise
And I am glad
I am not surprise
Neither am I sad.

In fact I am happy
I know philosophy
Even psychology
Most importantly,
I am free.
Free from society.

Wait a minute, dummy.
Here is a refuse dump.
You could have missed it.
All the meals, all the toys.

Goodbye Ms Jones
And Mr Lakunle.
It's my time for shopping.

Exit:
Whoops! I almost ran mad.