My bark is much worse than my bite
In dementia-land, confusion rules the day
Multi-track verbosity I play
To amuse and soothe the confusion played
Rapid-fire, nonsecquitor nonsense
Tangents travailed trampled tangents
God bless One and All
Laughing in insanity
Crystal's curse converted
Cant contain contrite conversation
On the sly, watch who can track contrite
In confusion guide, the blessed confused
Staff seems stymied, second guessing
Missed the pun, silently redirect the fun
Hand signals to the crew I do
Multi-tracking, multi-tasking
In dementia-land, a circus free-for-all
Selected crew, just ride the pun
A private moment to explain the fun
Don't spoil the fun in racism
Just play demented and forget
The rumors that U heard
Accusations unfounded, withstood
Black or white, just track the laugh
To guide the demented lost
Guiding all at my own cost
Please, fear not my bark
Just follow me on the path,
confused and dark
My BITE is but an anxious lark
The patients I've learned
Their confusion I've learned
As your leader spurned
Can I not ask
That You understand my intentions burned?
Se me, See them, See all of us in turn
Living, loving, laughing
To each we touch a soul, not yet in an urn
So black or white,east or west, fear me not
My bark is worse than my bite!