"Scribbles"Scribbles-These words,These words,These lines-They're my scribbles:But as far as scribbles-These scribbles-It just goes to show,Not all the mad are inside: You know?So you slide,I slide,We slide...Oh, troubled soul!And yet how I know,I cannot disappoint those- Yes? / No?No! No! No!For I must rememberLike in Bedlam of old,How they, the mad-Were forced to wear ghost clothes...And so like a carnival ride:The whole world,It slowly begins to slide...It slides! It slides! It slides!Proving as I've already said,Not all the mad are only inside:And that's not even countingThe ones that are dead...Oh, no, no, no, no:But-These lines,These lines,These words-Are scribbles:My scribbles-These scribbles-My scribbles-These scribbles-Scribbles.