Who's Mad (I'M Not Insane Pt2)

What a bad experience in Guantanamo Bay Being called Insane Then guess what friends It started again I’m walking passed the bank Stopped, lit my cigarette with my gun lighter and had a smoke Decided I’d pop in to check my balance Bank teller thought I was a gun waving crack on coke You know the story There’s this big police bloke Had me face down on the floor In a neck choke He said “You must be Mad” Waving a gun in a bank Well you know it already “ My name’s not Mad” I know it’s sad I remembered the last pain Been called Insane So I thought I’d adopt The old name again Here I am in a first class hotel With all padded rooms in a white jacket all snug With belts on the sleeves That teaches you how to hug. I write to you with the pen between my teeth I write my plea Tell them my name’s not Mad Read my other poems my names there you’ll see