Brai-cation

I think that i should go insane
for a vacation to my brain.
An asylum, then, would do the trick,
i hear there walls are rather thick.
I wouldn't like to Be insane,
as there is no apparent gain.
But think of all the time there'd be
to dwell on my favorite subject, me.
The time to read or write a book,
Does one need a better hook?
And so, if this trip, i do make,
it seems that i will have to fake
A symptom, then, to get a bed.
But what disorder for my head?
Attempted suicide, but a fatal mistake?
My neck has no desire to break.
If i were more of an academic
I could go for schizophrenic.
But, alas, that wouldn't do,
I would only last a day or too.
But if i perfect my evil laugh,
i could be a psychopath.
Yes that would gather their attention,
I can already taste that tax-exemption.
My credit bills would go away,
'cause i'd be in no state to pay.
But how to prove it, that's the key,
i couldn't kill anybody.
But animal dissection, or so i hear,
is a good way to prove that your brain is queer.
The only thing i didn't think,
is all that time spent with a shrink.
And what about the other clowns?
my smile is turning upside down.
A thought, i guess, that will not be,
unless i really turn funny.
Alas, a daydream you will stay,
remembered on another day.