Dear Mr. Sweeney

A little poem with a hidden meaning

"Dear Mr. Sweeney"

you think me insane, dont you my friend
youll think me insane till the very end
but why my friend, do you think me
insane?

no one ive hurt, not in that way
no one ive slaughtered
not in your way


is it the frightful look of my locks?
that covers my head, tangled in locks?
or is it the lines that cover my face?
from left to right, all over the place


or is it my laugh, so high so vile?
that makes the old shiver?
young children cry
and animals quiver?

or is it my fingers, so long, so pale
as they wrap round your neck
so thin, so frail?


you think me insane, dont you my friend
youll think me insane till the very end
but why my friend, do you think me
insane?