Sammy sits at home, alone up in the attic
All day he watches TV. Not the stations but the static
Terrance has a kitten whose name he has forgotten
The cat is under-nourished, for he only feeds him cotton
Billy bought a sling shot, though why he isn’t sure
So he calls it names and curses it, then throws it on the floor
Johnny lost his wallet, his keys and cell phone too
He can’t remember where they are or how he got into this room
Suzanne thinks it’s funny, to laugh at passersby
From her home inside the subway grate the she crawled into as a child
Katherine hasn’t lost her mind at least thats what she claims
she said it’s on vacation, off to see the river Thames
Donald’s tried for hours, just to tie his shoe
He gave it up quite recently and began painting himself blue
Sarah’s body trembles, so cold she’s nearly rigid
Still she leaves the thermostat on the setting labeled “Frigid”
Desmond eyes are crossed all day, though his visions fine
when questioned bout his actions he says “ would you rather I were blind?”
Cary picks up nuts and screws, carefully with gloves
Every evening at the park she feeds her findings to the doves
Brian lives in fear of ghosts, as well as spirits and of phantoms
He claims ones in his closet, holding his unborn child ransom
Kevin keeps us captivated, from the news he blindly reads
He says its streamed into his brain from martian data feeds
Roger has has a hernia, he convinced its just bad luck
But last week they caught him in the street where he tried lifting up a truck
Eric often runs outside, howling at the moon
Sometimes he thinks he’s a wolf, sometimes a baboon
These people do sound funny, some terrible or sad
but when it comes right down to it we’re all equally as mad
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