Schizophrenic, Schizophreenic Mike

Mike was fun. I like Mike.  Mike smiles for all the children and he eats bowling balls for breakfast. But mike was a little man and we did not capitalize his name in this sentence.  Mike was evil in his gourd and mike sold empty milk bottles to the nazi party to buy himself a volkswagon that smelled like computers.  I miss mike but mike really doesn't miss me very much.  Mike was an evil man and mike ate watermelons with his adams apple bobbing high in his throat.  I liked the way that mike would ask for forgiveness before he went to church in the morning.  It was a nice day and mike was really just looking for a tie clip to call his soul.  But Mike was a big guy and Mike ate apples with a sword in his elbows armpit.  It was a pleasure for Mike to run to class but Mike worked on a screwdriver that he drove to the class of matzos ball soup eggnog shakes.  Sadly mike lost his soul to the dreidle convention when he spun a dreidle and sat on a bean bag that smelled like pop tarts in hell.  I miss MikE but MiKe was unelectable and he never completed the 10th grade in the high school he was blessed to have a seat.  So Moikie bought Musutike a hatchet and Mike the fellow of foolishness was unable to smile any more (typos intended).  It was good to go to the bars with Mike but mike did not smile for the cameras.  I hope that reading this letter makes the reader realize what schizophrenia might fell like and if you see Mike the computer worker in the lab, please tell mike that his shoes are really looking good in France.   Thanks!