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The other day at school I had to write a poem about insanity. It took me a little while, but eventually I came up with this:

I tell you that I'm not insane,
I really swear I'm not,
I think that it's quite plain
That I am no crackpot.

Even though I do see
Vomit in the sky,
Even Adolf Hitler agrees
That I've seen turnips cry.

I deny your reality,
And substitute my own,
Now let us sit down to tea
And talk politics with my gnome.

The men from the happy place
Have come to take me away,
I plan to punch them in the face
So I may live another day.

I'm currently well protected,
Away from all the crowds.
"I swear I'm NOT defected!"
I tell the purple cloud.

This poem is almost at an end,
This is the conclusion.
My mind is well on the mend,
And I've left you in confusion.

So may you have a happy day,
I'm glad you stopped to look.
Now could you please go away?
I'm learning how to cook.