From a Schizophrenic Brain “On a different plane there’s a crane in Spain with the name of Jane or is it Wayne?”

On the pane the rain distorts the terrain

I can’t cut out the pain that does remain in my brain

Don’t complain, sniff cocaine to numb the domain

Then drain the vein said the profane

I feign would have slain that Dane

But the insane stain is inhumane

So with disdain of the vane I drank of the cane

And took the needle train with butane down the lane

It’s because I’m the son of Cain that the gain did wane

From cellophane I abstain, let me explain

It’s the membrane that does contain the lion’s mane

So sustain the main sprain

And attain a skein of chain

I strain to retain that refrain

But I deign to hold that this does pertain to my bane?

First obtain then maintain the germane

Then entertain that it’s quite plane, it’s against the grain

I did ascertain that it did appertain to the inane,

or was it Shane or maybe Blain or Lane

Accutain, Aspertain or even Duane?

Why is the only country Spain, bird crane, and woman Jane?

No there’s the Ukraine, and Elaine, and oh yes only crane

Now fry me a plantain