Biased in the extreme
To my own eclectic radical views
Don't call me strange
Everyone is insane
In one way or another
Don't you see?
I'm not worried
About all the impulses
They flow through me
Like blood
And you can't do a single thing
To stop insanity
Taking me over
Somehow I'm rather glad
Because I'm gifted in the extreme
With melancholy
And with insanity
I am grateful
To everyone who has ever influenced me
I may be problematic
To you
But to another
I'm an artist
To another
I'm an idiot
To still another, I am nothing at all.