Vacation from Sanity

I’m on vacation from sanity
I’m under the manic palm trees
The irrational water laps at my toes
I’m caressed by the paranoid breeze
I like to build small castles
In the schizophrenic sand
And pick up loony seashells
With my misanthropic hands
I feed the angry seagulls
With pieces of bipolar bread
While bright maniacal kites
Swoop through the wind above my head
I’ve brought a psychotic picnic
Which I eat while the raving sun sets
I watch crackpot couples strolling by
Walking their schizoid pets
I’m on vacation from sanity
And although I may seem lazy
It’s hard to tell if I am sane
‘Til I know what it’s like to be crazy