An Appeal

"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?"