Paging Norman Bates
A poem about sanity
Sanity, you bore me so…… An ounce of obedience Three steps straight on the not-drunk line,
Sanity! Should I slice you, Julienne-style on my breakfast platter Or call in Norman the psycho stab you in the bathtub, where you belong
Sanity, your ensemble orchestras and 185 degree lattes and picking up the dog shit and signing with the right hand and wiped fingerprints on the windshield
Sanity… how do I de-fuse you? the electric bulb in my attic at noon and the uniform layer of dust on it
Sanity, your coasters and leather folios and trimmed hedges and conditioner and umbrellas and Purell and life jackets and toothpicks and ticket stubs and business cards
Sanity, you bore me so….
