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.