speaking with a british accent

when i was in the insane

asylum

for a short visit

i used to chew on the straps

trying to

free myself from the straight

jacket

that was wrapped tightly

around my body.

i was continually talking

in a british accent

and thinking i was winston

churchill.

the endless book i was reading

finally got to me.

i was saying things like

damn the torpedoes and

there is nothing to fear but

fear itself.

things he didn't even say.

we'll fight them on the shores,

on the land.

on the sea i'd yell out

while standing in line

for coffee.

in time after some electro

shock therapy

and industrial strength

pills i came back around.

i do keep talking in a british

accent though.

which pleases some people

and annoys others.