Tormented by a need invalidate
I fell into the bath where sponges mate
As there was no water I’m unclean
What a metaphoric sign, what does it mean?
My need for validation is so bad
My friends drop hints like,are you going mad?
If I were I’d not be writing here
I’d go to Scotland, where they still keep deer.
My first degree was valid, I proclaim
Even if I were a touch insane
For if your problem solving is still great
Madness helps your thinkings as they mate
If you wish to hide your true intent
Clean the windows now and pay the rent
How my heart sings 