Tick tock Tick tock
The mouse runs up the clock
In the darkest room
Of an old wooden shack
Insanity slumbers in the back
Of the kitchen next to the furnace
Denying herself aid from the earnest
Her hair is damp and curly
Her body’s petite and curvy
Her face is dark and smooth
A Nubian goddess on the move
Her bright eyes flutter
Surveying all the clutter
She knows that she has been confined
To the depths of my mind
Insanity likes it here and there she remains
While the men in white carry me off in chains
She snuggles up real close to the fire
Taking the time to conspire
Soon her work is complete
Insanity’s invasion took only a week
The beautiful woman lays down to rest
Considering the destruction of my mind one of her best
Then the shack fades into the depths of an intellectual forest
Insanity on the seventh day takes a rest
The clock strikes one
And done he run