Dementia Praecox

Vacation time is over; Its back to being paranoid.
There is just so much to not like about the void.
The big house can seem like it is dismal gloomy.
When at other times it was so comfy and roomy.
Come on baby; Slap me some more of your love.
Were you a prize fighter and have a golden glove?
You got my face looking so cherry red with sting,
Forward slap to my nose must mean something.
You saying you think my nose needs to be flatter?
What wakened your demon and anger like that?
I was trying so hard to not wake that inner beast.
You don't do mornings and would rather sleep?
Well, you take it up with management, Bo Peep.