A little piece i wrote tounge in cheek.
Lee you're mad we think your insane,
You make us laugh all the same.
How can you sing when the day is a pain,
And dance to the tune that we all hate.
The answer my friends is in the way that you are,
The worry you make when all is OK.
The laughs you have when you should stay stum,
And the laughs that you don't when you need them the most.
I am happy in madness than you are in sane, So my friends you're the mad ones,
Now I've explained.
Lee Stacey Paul Quinn
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