the bipolar anomaly

Think woodland and faeries,
Pink flowers and strawberries.
Then think of me and the ladies,
Making lots and lots of babies.
This doesn't make any sense,
But no point sitting on a fence.
Go crazy or stay sane,
Dead end or one-way lane.
No sleep till dawn,
All day just yawn.
Now study for the test,
And gather all the rest.
To show that you're a god,
A reason for being so odd.
Inversely proportional,
And highly delusional.
Semi-intellectual,
A crackpot individual.