Please Let Him In: It’s for All Our Sakes

I am a very different animal today I can just about feel that;
Though when I was at the madhouse
Yesterday, I nearly went off again
With all that. Again. Nearly. But right at the end—and it was tight—
I brought myself back with a walk and a rum
And a sad poem, and I took the poem back to the madhouse
To try my best with the staff; but it was of no use: they would not let me in;
They would not let them out. I tried screaming at them,
Banging on the windows and climbing on the roof; but that too—
No use; and I went back to my walk and rum
And sad poem, all alone in my wildness again. A man with a hat
Came at me then when he saw me walking along with my rum
And poem. He assessed it (he said he was formally introduced) and he did not
Find my poem sad, though he did say it was…
Now what were his words?…
“Surreal. Comic. Absurd!
Poorly placed.”
“Well, formal my foot,” I thought.
“He hasn’t even acknowledged my haughty metanarrative.”