A Mad Man’s Plea

How now can I be of such unsound mind

when no true acts of turpitude befall

any abhorrent dalcop who dare chide

my superb genius with arrogant gall?

Wherefore art thou all not treated as hounds?

Madness lies within ignorant vessels.

Hearken, sanity rings with charming sounds

While hark thou to the murmurs of devils.

Unbind me now from my infernal chain.

Each link I bear, deceit, for I am sane.