Hullabaloo

Through these thickly glossed
and glazed over eyes
is a veneer that is all too adept
to judge sound from unsound,
to which the latter is usually musical,
I see here and there that the daft and dotty,
and the never-in-a-hurry-to-fall-in-line,
the moonstruck and split porcelain children
are all mad hatters without their hats.
Yet if, for a moment, we are considering insanity
and it is measured in medium, then would a loony bin,
in moderate terms of per capita, of course,
and still customary, be as a whole utterly sane?
This is just food for thought for the starving sick.