To the editor:
A prophetic poem to you will send
And no one would I want to offend
With him communications did exchange
Something appeared to seem so strange.
The way he speaks and shuts his eyes
Is a surprise to thank that he is wise
Has defense mechanisms out of control
Still insisting God is saving his soul.
It is beginning to appear and be apparent
Is suffering from disorder that is inherent
Are some things you should thinking about