But Sanity Don’t Come Cheap

Isabel Fisher and funky*puppy

June 2002

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But sanity don’t come cheap,

And people give me the creeps.

I’m hearing voices everywhere I go,

But I don’t want to let them grow.

They want to possess me as a drug,

Sometimes I feel like a bug.

Trying to reach the escape door,

But I’m stuck, I’m numb to the core.

I’d wish to be awoken by that time,

Before they try me for this crime.

I don’t want to be the murderer again,

But I’m scared of these bitter men

Who come to me for pleasure,

Who hurt me beyond measure,

And dream of the shrine they’re gonna build

For all the innocence they’ve killed,

And they blood they’ve drunk,

The foolish dreams they’ve sunk

For power and worth, dignity and gold.

Ancient virtues, so cherished of old

Are now like ashes on my mind.

All I knew has been left behind,

And I’m falling in too deep,

Because sanity don’t come cheap.

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A/N  This poem was inspired by a Silverchair song, which contains the lyric “I’d pay for sanity, but sanity don’t come cheap”.  We wrote it together, Isabel with the first line, and funky*puppy with the second one, and so on.