That’s Psychosis

When the moon hits your brain like the whoosh of cocaine, that’s psychosis.
When delusions galore throw good sense out the door, that’s psychosis.

Bells will ring (Ding-a-ling-a-ling! Wing-a-ding-a-ding!) as you string yarns together.
Eyes will roll (Total load of bull! Total load of bull!) when your whirlwinds we weather.

When you hear in your mind voices clear, stern or kind, that’s psychosis.
To conceive them a sign or believe they’re divine is insane...

Still it seems such a wonderful dream since you’re under hypnosis.
Pardon me; you can’t see, but the reasoned agree that’s psychosis.

Ed Morris, 2015

(With apologies to Jack Brooks and Harry Warren, authors of the Dean Martin song That’s Amore.)

This page copyright © 2015-2017 Edward A. Morris.  Created December 2, 2015.  Last updated May 18, 2017.

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