The Maniac

The Maniac This day has been one of great terror of the mind, My illness made me hallucinate; my head was exploding Bloody bit of brain everywhere People are calling this a spike, me calling it a step-down The ladder into the grave without the dignity And around my grave, they will throw soiled napkins The padre will giggle laudable and do a jig and Read from a funny script, he is a stand- up comic When not moonlighting as a padre. She, the dictator of the domestic scene, tells me I`m Hallucinating, me? One of the most normal people I have ever known. You only feel sorry for yourself, says the cake munching Ogre, I get up, but my voice is too weak for words But I manage between heaves of fear of imminent death To tell her of the wood I have carried to the house I give myself another shot of insulin, wish I had a cigarette