They have been pushing the pram of madness Up and down roads and all around town They have cradled insanity Like selfishness embraces fools And the chimes of the mobile reflects strangely painted asylum walls
They have been pushing the pram of madness Up and down hills and all around town In and around buildings of the past The thrills of sanity which did not last And when sorry knocks on the door As if it is begging to be let in You know you will be placing something in their tin
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 