A Solitary Finger

My truck wouldn't start
and she'd left me for good
so come Monday morning
thanks to cheap Spanish brandy
I was high rise drunk
before I panicked
and checked in to the crazy ward
But the guys inside knew
they said I wasn't like them
told me I was normal
took time to explain  
the difference between the adequate  
and the inadequate personality
how when you go crazy
nothing in your head makes sense
So my logic in wanting to die
betrayed my sanity
and to them I stood out  
sucking a finger
in a room of sore thumbs