Escape from the thinking

I've got ill and in blue because of September Apathy, who every year makes me disordered
Nevertheless I don't dislike him(her?), thanks to his(her?) ambiguity where
summer and autumn, the sun and the moon, the new and the old, and, saneness and lunacy
conflict and contradict together (how many ANDs did I say in the sentence above?)

As everyone knows, "Septefugee" is the strange compound of "September" and "refugee"
I've escaped from my former weblog, the name of which is widely known too, isn't it?
The chicken is suffering from anthropophobia,
weblogs are too much public, my heart is too much mosaic
Society's gonna soon charge me, I've gotta spoon their eyeballs up into tea
Medicines never make me easy a bit, I ain't controll myself by habit
(O Mr.Negishi is laughing at me for making poor puns!)