It’s easy to be crazy, hard to be sane
A fact that rings true much to my disdain
Oh the humanity
I’m trapped in my sanity
Life’s goal is for you not to be demented
Not to give someone boots that are cemented
Just to stay calm and chill
Don’t give in to the orgasmic urge to kill
Be noble, wear a cape like Bruce Wayne
Never be a Joker laughing at a blood stain
Don’t ever let the blood smear
Hold you sanity very near
I’m wrapped in a straight jacket called society
Where nut jobs and wackos get notoriety
They walk loose, everyone is dangerous
Pushing the limits of Gore trying to be infamous
Yet we are instructed, taught, trained to be sane
It’s almost a sin to even complain
Insane sanity, it’s not rare, actually commonplace
Its almost normal to want to hatchet a face
But if sanity is insane and insanity is sane
Then, who is really in the straight jacket? The Joker or Bruce Wayne
It can really bother the mind
Are you insane? Or sane with an axe to grind?

Poetic Ice

Who really knows?