I suffer with the mad conditon
Of a schizoaffective disorder,
My mind lacks some attention
And any sanity sense of order,
But can you please understand
And take my outstretched hand
To guide me through to sanity
Which would be to me serenity.
I can have a greed of taking the lead,
As I express so within a planted seed
I can be a 'jack the lad' being not sad
As I am so in love with being a Dad.
I am sometimes often so precarious
But I try to be gentlemanly chivalrous.
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