I want to be mad for a day.
But before I can become mad for one day
I must know what madness is so I can be mad.
But if I can understand what madness is, how I can be mad?
This odd fellow next to me with his nose running
with a pungent smell of piss about him.
And whatever other rotten, rancid, rabid things that is on his being.
Is he mad? Those bulging wild eyes with red hues of mayhem.
The thick saliva drool down his hairy chin, is he mad?
Is madness a person who is dirty and unkempt?
He rambles on about the devil in his head.
He shouts, "You devils, get out of my mind and repent!"
He rants, " I will kill all you Satan worshipers."
Is he mad as he rambles on about things that are not there?
I am the only person sitting next to him in the dank darkness.
These others he sees I cannot see as he traps me in his lair.
So now I am beginning to understand.
Dirty, vile, smelly, rambling and mumbling
about people who do not exist, being deluded on his island.
This must be madness but what if these devil people are real beings?
I do not see them because I have chosen to be blind
in this society of logical, rational and sane people.
I shower, shave, nice aromatic fragrance, and hygienic.
I dress well, sharp creased pants and suit.
Well presented for the day's work, always charismatic
Is that why I am not mad as I have the loot?
My logic, reason and respect for the order of things,
is that why I am not mad?
I want to be mad for ten days,
not like that odd fellow sitting next to me who is crying and sad.
I want to be a man who will not follow these rules
that my parents, teachers, and the world rammed in my mind.
A mold which I will cast away so I will not be like these fools.
I want to free myself from that rigid frame so the truth I will find.
I did not shave or shower for ten days.
I look like a wino, my clothes are ragged and droll.
My beard is wild, wet with dribbling decay.
I smell of piss, tangled hairs sprout out of my nostrils.
I smell myself and I am sick with vomit.
I walk in the streets and for no reason I tell the crowds,
"You are devils, go to hell", everyone avoids this misfit.
I lost my job, my wife, my children and my castle
As I am a mad man and no one cares for me anymore.
I have lost my society of rational and logical people.
They think I am mad, no room for a creature like me on their shore.
In their world, I should be dead or in a padded cell,
in the nearest lunatic asylum.
Now I feel and see the pleasure of madness in this hell.
I do not want to leave my brothers and the doctors in this sanitarium.
They pump drugs in me five times a day
They beat me when I ramble on about the devil I saw on monday.
They chain me to the bed, wrists and legs are sore and in pain all day.
My odd friend in the next padded cell
whispers to me less the guards could hear,
"You are free at last my friend from this hell,
now is the time to conquer the world with no fear."
I reply, "I have removed the shackles of conditioning from this world
No more sanity, only lunacy where there is no order just delusions in my mind.
I can now move to a world of compassion, humanity, and care away from the cold."
The next day I scored perfect in their test of sanity.
The day after that they released me from the padded cell.
The next day my little son came to see me in my city.
"Dad, let's go home, everyone wants to see you, they want you well."
Tears streamed down my face, " Son, now I will teach you
how to see this world so you can withstand all of the world's calamities.
Cut the shackles of this sane world so as to be free from it's rues.
Build courage,strength so you can fight the demons out there and end their atrocities.
People will have strength through your compassion, love, care and humanity.