I'm Not Angry, I'm Mad

Does socially awkward giggling burn calories?

Don't you dare let them tell you otherwise.

Going Mad is fun for all, releases tension.

Who can be bothered by talkative skies?

Let us talk Crazy, please class pay attention.

To be a Lunatic one must meticulously put aside,

The worrisome bits and give it all to Luck.

Giggle at impending doom, no need to hide.

A proper Lunatic never really gives a f**k.

Move as you feel, behave with vague conviction.

The really Are watching, so manage your smile.

Madness is an art, and ages old tradition.

From "That girl on the Balcony" to Oscar Wilde.

It matters not what mood the day has for you.

Lunacy makes allowances for all of that.

Be a genius with organic chemistry, f**k up 2+2.

Mind; whatever you do you have an appropriate hat.

Insane isn't the target of this practice.

Too single-minded, no real fun in a cab.

Pausing long enough to declare a squirrel a fascist?

Now you're marching in the Army of Mab!

Enjoy every nervous movement, each wary glance.

It just means you're a shoe-in for promotion.

Any and every Crow you see is expecting a Dance.

Madness remains a most singular devotion.