O ~ The wiser man

At times I AM
The wiser man
Which is to say
I take my drugs more sparingly and more gravely
I've a wide-ranging collection of albatrosses
All dead and stuffed, their mouths closed, their eyes patched,
To wear on my wrists for such occasions
I do abhor the conversation, don't you worry

"Oh, my! Oh, my,
Where did you get
The female one?"
"Trauma, my dear.
What an experience.

I keep Nazis in a pan
For my ill sorrow
Reds beneath the bed and
Jews in my drawers

At times I AM
The wiser man
Note the stony tone