I’m unloading another consignment of hard luck and therapeutic chemicals I require further instruction on how to get my business fixed I fear myself in these dark hours suicidal ideation is a singular ideology can you sympathise? tell me you can sympathise…
rain drops pitter patter
on my naked skull some call it torture others call it rehabilitation there’s a health service plan to gather my stones and
give me a pounding but I won’t be
compliant with the violence that
breeds conformity
they say I’m
bad or at the very least mad but it’s my life I won’t let them shape it won’t let them squash me with their power trips and lies
the whole world is singing the same dismal hymnal the melody’s familiar but the words need revised
just stay
away from me my hurt is
contagious I’ve been devoured by my
sickness they’re saying I’m crazy but I’m just impoverished and that’s too bad but it’s no big deal so don’t bring me down with your suburban mores I’ve lived outside convention most of my life
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