Do you slide through the water
With the greatest of ease
Like the sharpest of knives
Through a thick wheel of cheese
Not leaving a ripple in your wake
Hearing of a starving peasants distress
And telling them to eat cake
I know you
You think you can do no wrong
And who knows
Despite the incoherent song
Perhaps you are right
Maybe it's all the rest of us
Who are barking madly at the night
You are the only sane one
With your head made of glass
Brain pulsing like Brainiac
Propelling you to the head of the class
In most everything you do
Except that one thing
The thing that will be your rue
It's your blindspot
Your Kryptonite
Your impossible knot
Keeping you up at night
Don't look to me though
I'm one of those barking in the moonlight
Jumping from hedge to row
You scribble in your journals
To pass the time of day
Calculating and writing is like breathing to you
It's on those social cues you lose your way
You never say the right thing
At work or at play
Good manners (if you had any) deftly take wing
You are hopeless
As you are mad
The tables are turned upon your scenario
If only you knew you would be glad
For the thing that makes you crazy
Is thinking you are the only sane one
It trips you whoopsie daisy
I'm here to reassure you though
YOU are the mad one, not us
And though I've tried time again to tell you
You wave me away like an ornery cuss
So for your own good I'm locking you away
And the darndest thing is that you didn't even notice
You're in your own world so far away
Fighting fantastical battles
Against enemies in your head
Solving riddles of the universe
Raising all your dead
You are happier thinking we are the crazy ones
In your glass house
With your dangerous pile of stones
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