\"The truth shall set you free,\"
said the madman,
standing in the middle of the street.
Bored in my mundane life,
craving some excitement,
I took his advice;
swallowed a truth-pill.
I thought it was the no cost alternative
of bungee jumping.
Wrote to the country leader:
I raise a toast every day
for electing someone
having perfect empty space
between his auditory transducers.
Told the office leader:
I envied him,
for his remarkable capacity of
saying \'yes\' to the \'ups\'.
Then, asked the domestic leader:
why I always find others
more sexy than her.
The mad man gaped in horror,
asked me:
\"Are you raving mad?
At least bungee jumping comes
with a safety cord.\"
Truth did set me free;
now I am on the streets,
looking for someone to pump my stomach
and a strong dose of a purgative.
I need help,
yet with the mad man\'s advice
I have learnt
never to say it.
Now I say:
\"How can I help you, please?\"