Pass the Parcel

these days –
i defend my position
yes, I know I am mad
i always have.
i inherited it one Christmas,
from Mum and Dad.

but my madness,
is the same as yours
the endless banging,
on life’s closed doors.
not the look at me,
look at how mad I am.
which if truth be told,
really means, please understand

these days –
i throw occasional sound bites
from the ramparts,
of my castle.
madness came one Christmas
from a game of pass the parcel.