Ode to Tom Weir

Ode to Tom Weir

Let me introduce to you a man by the name of Tom Weir 
He looks like a turtle
His wild googly eyes roll when he laughs
He's kinda spacey and acts strange for sure
Especially when he doubles down on his Lexapro
When he's in a good mood he talks like a cartoon character
Dresses his voice in a southern twang to get his point across
He's the boss man who just can't get any respect
A laughing stock, a whipping boy...
Sitting in the corner with his dunce cap on
The funny thing is he's brighter than his shinny head appears
You see, the people who put him down are much farther down than he
He's the assistant director....and our favorite punching bag
At a place called the Carriage House 
A place where crazy people go to take a break
From the insanity of the real world that keeps them locked down
Behind closed doors away from shame, stares, and smirks
He's a hero to all of us...his turtle head bobbing
Even though he does quite often makes mistakes
I love him like a brother...a brother I wish I had
Even when he crosses the line and makes me feel oh so bad
In the end you can count on him...
Even when he gets stressed when his neck veins tend to pop
He cares for all of us, so next time you feel like poking fun at good old Tom
Just remember this...he's one of us!
Crazy as any of us poor, dirty, mentally ill folk...
Crazy as the cow that jumped over the moon
Crazy as the last fat lady singing
Crazy as me...and in some cases...crazier than you
Crazy is as crazy does...but you know what I think?
Deep down there's a little bit of Tom Weir in all of us. 
And that's just fine by me.  :)

Copyright Adam Gaile 2012