Me names Jane, they say I’m insane, I’m insane Jane, yep, that’s me name, I’m chatty, batty sometimes catty, Predictable, despicable I find everythin lick-able, I’m mad and bad and sometimes glad, to be called insane, Me name is Jane, insane Jane, I’m ecstatic erratic, quite diplomatic, so why lock me in the attic and watch me acrobatic off the walls the halls in me under smalls, I will have a ball and you’ll hear me call. I’m insane Jane coz that’s me name, I’m a poet I know it but I don’t always show it, I write I bite I like a good fight, I can talk and walk I like to squawk, like a bird its absurd, I’m crackers, run round in me under knackers, but I’ve got NO mental backers, I’m on the street, bare feet no -where to eat, I’m full of deceit, Got me life in a bag, I wear a tag and I don’t like to brag, It’s a shame coz I’m insane, It’s the government, their document, not my intent they overspent, No room for me, they set me free to live and be a refugee, I get frantic, I’m pedantic always apologetic, I need some aid, and lemonade, Someone to care, brush me hair, tell me what to wear, They want me to work, but I’m berserk, I fit, I jerk, I’m like a firework, I scream, turn green be very obscene, I’m psychotic neurotic; I go of like a rocket, I’m a danger, deranger not a campaigner, I’ve lost all me hair when I lost me care, I live no-where, it’s just not fair, I need support not court, give me a thought, I’ve not been taught, I’m not like you its true, it’s nothing new, I’m Jane, far from plain, and I’m insane, BUT I’M NOT TO BLAME By Christina Ford