I admit, I’m a maniac.
But am I actually a monomaniac,
like Captain Ahab? (It’s a sober fact
that I AM the Resurrection
and the Life.) What kind of maniac
was Jesus, slurping their similac—
all those learned-doctor brainiacs had to take a back
seat to the baby maniac.
It’s a sober fact
that each of our souls is jam-packed
with a parasitic demon who can tell a maniac-
God-child when they see one. (Insert one-take shot
of sheep stampeding into the Galilean lake—
“I am legion,” baas each wooly maniac.)
It’s a sober fact
that we just need to keep our blessed madness intact
and stop paying attention to the Donny-maniac,
who wants to be the only maniac
in town. Let’s give him the sack!
