Luna-tic
Like the Moon has
Tourettes
Moon beams like
Strobe lights
Cutting the night
Where our fancies
Take flight
Luna-tic
Like the cluck
Of my tongue
Finger guns
And a wink
Watching sanity shrink
Overflow the shot glasses
Toast with a clink
Luna-tic
Like my brain
Has switched
Mine but not me
Tic-tic-tic-tac-toe
No place to go
Back in my cell
Crazy girl I don't know
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