Contrary to opinion, I’m not
really on my own, I have weird folk
inside my head, they just won’t leave me alone.
They natter, they yak, they shout, they cuss
they make me feel quite distressed,
and when I lay down my head at night
they give me little rest.
It’s not that I would mind so much
if they’d only be more polite.
Their minds, you know, are not quite right,
for they yell and shout and if I shut them out
they yabber away all night.
They say the most outlandish things
and make me feel quite the fool.
I’ve really had enough of this
and hope they might have too.
To shut them out I take pink pills
which send me all kinds of ills.
As the voices fade out and no longer shout,
I miss them and feel quite forlorn.
For it’s better, by far, having folk in your head,
than a cold and lonely dreary bed
and the roar of a voiceless dawn.
