You've heard the song,
Seen the words,
Felt the jacket,
Tasted the air,
Smelled the madness,
But still (my crazy mind can't say why) , you're my friend.

Maybe it was pity,
To see me out here in the rain.
Surrounded by the dancing ducks,
And flying children who are sane.
Talking to the park bench,
On the sidewalk by the lane.

You saw me in my white jacket,
With my arms tied 'round the back.
And came over to the Hooverville,
With a woman dressed in black.
She took me to a happy place,
With pillows I can attack.

All I can say is thank you ma'am,
You pink elephant has a flat.

zahida