To find out your diagnosis,
And even a likely prognosis:
If your head’s into doom,
Go ahead and assume
The answer will be psychosis.
For instance, consider IQ:
If you’ve ever heard of
Something’s wrong with your brain,
You must be insane,
Or at minimum, just feeling blue.
Or check out your Myers-Briggs type,
Narrowed down to your personal stripe;
Despite a facade,
Folks will think that you’re odd,
And someone at whom they can snipe.
And then there’s the MMPI,
Which will work till the world starts to fry;
It’s not just a quirk,
You’re completely berserk,
If it matters before we all die.
And everyone loses their butts,
For reasons climatic,
You’ll be symptomatic
And people will think that you’re nuts.