Poem - Lunacy

LUNACY

We call him mad because he's crazed,
But we can't move close and tell him to his face,
He's tattered on the road because he's insane,
We're all scared and wouldn't want to be on his pace.

We know he's mentally demented,
Though not sure if he was hurt and fragmented,
What if you're the one on the road of lunacy,
And yet no cured is found in any pharmacy.

He's deranged in mind because he's mad,
His disorder of mind even when it's tad,
Uncontrollable in his look but wouldn't mind,
Why is this happening we need to find.

Viewers will laugh while some will mock,
They never knew its an exam that can't be easily pass like the mock,
Some are caused by things done with their hands,
Some will think it's precaution or fiends.

Don't run before your time cuz you wear rag,
When the time comes it will sure boomerang,
And lunatic could be the end and the fag,
We won't be craze and non will be tag.

Pen Pusher