White Suit

My perception of reality is distorted, I feel frightened.
I was dismissed from the office with my sensitivity heightened.
As a financial advisor and a high-flyer, I enlighten new firms.
My anger is strong because my boss thinks he’s superb.
I excel at my job helping businesses to flourish and learn.

Everybody loves me in my cream white suit;
I’m fresh and clean in my swish whistle and flute.
There are relentless stats and figures for me to compute,
and I live my life wild while I’m on the commute.

I’m confused; friends think my attitude is aloof.
I feel withdrawn from life and my behaviour is uncouth.
I’m burdened with government secrets and I can’t tell the truth,
when the phone rings my heart flies to the roof,
conspiring spies are searching for me what am I to do?

I’m restless and annoyed, with sudden mood changes.
My parrots are plotting in their sullen bird cages,
I’m paranoid about these unexpected, weird life stages,
I’ve lost interest in the jaded Financial Times pages,
There’s confusion over common faces, names and ages,
With illusions of craziness, decaying as my brain deranges.

Everybody loves me in my cream white suit
I’m fresh and clean in my swish whistle and flute
There are relentless meds and pills that I have to dilute
And these cushioned walls make my brain cells minute,
I sit alone in this padded cell, depressed and bemused.