Madness & Saneness Poem by Frank Okoth

He twists and turns on mad
The man is a madman
Go turn and twist yourself on mad
See if you won't run mad
That madman has been there
Since you were born

I want to be a madman
For men into madness never die
For even sickness fears madness
Because that madman has never
Been sick since you were born
Make me run mad
But if madness is sickness itself
Never make me run to madness

The madman pays no taxman
Has no business with the rent-man
Food for thought not a meal
for the mad him
He who makes men mad
Should make me one

Has the mad man in your area
grown old and grey?
The one I know has no grey
On his head
He has remained as young for he ran mad

make me run insane
For insane men and madmen
Live better and longer than sane men and we-men