my color book sits all alone
in the corner of my room
sadly looking sadly staring
at my crayola colored moon

the padded room is nice and soft
it doesn't hurt my head
i take my blankie and lay it down
for the floor is now my bed

i saunter to the window
the small and delicate square
and look as far as mine eye can see
down the hallway everywhere

they say that i'm nutty
but i don't believe it's true
crazy people never sweat
and they make their face turn blue

i don't know how to do that
but my armpits make a sound
and sometimes i sit and scream out loud
when no one is around

so i'll just keep up on my drawings
making pictures for my mourner
and wonder why my pet, spot
builds a web inside my corner

now they took away my colors
and that made me mad you see
that they would take them away from me
just for coloring all my teeth

no one stops to visit me
i've been here a long long time
some of the people here are loony
and the guards, they're just not kind

i hope this doesn't scare you
i want you to know i care
it's just that you are prettier
with fire in your hair

i think it's neat to watch my spit
make puddles on the floor
maybe i can make a lake
deeper than my big white door

i hear a knock - my dinner's here
it's time for me to go
marshmallows and tuna fish
and the dinner drink is snow

mmm