Mad, Or What?

So here i am again
Living within the mundane
Trying to remain sane
Hoping that the inane, won't turn me insane

I don a white coat, not a mac
This white coat, does up at the back
But it's only put on when i go quack
And a flibble, and a flobble, and a yackety yack

It appears to all intent, and purposes, that ive gone mad
Or is this just another fad
Or another weird dream that ive had
When i need more padding, on my pad

It wasn't long, before i grew palmed hair
As i began growling, like a bear
And laugh insanely, with a debonaire flair
But i was quite loopy, so didn't care

Eventually i was escorted away, by my arm
Whereupon i was taken, to the funny farm
Where i soon learn't to be calm
After being told "take this pill, it's a magic charm

Many years later, as i grow thin
I was still to be found within a loony bin
I'd lost my yang, And tied up my yin
And forever now waggling, my waggy chin

by Jemia