My tongue is like a viperous snake br Waiting to latch onto a nervous victim br Who senses my evil mood of paranoid defensiveness br But still she walks slowly into the room. br br Maybe she thought she knew me, br That I have a sweet smile, definitely a gentle man, br Maybe we could meet, exchange civility, br Later, that I would ask her out for a drink. br br This is all Jekyll and Hyde psychology! br The slightest thing can set me spinning br Into a downward spiral of unrelenting depression: br Hearing a song on the radio br That meant something to me br When I was in love, could make me cry br Or fly ruthlessly off the handle! br br She introduces herself and says, br “I’ve met your sister at church, br She says you like to read br The prophetic poetry of William Blake.