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 I 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 just too bad but it’s no big deal so don’t bring me down with your suburban mores I’ve lived outside of convention for most of my life
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