I breathe in the toxicity
But never the antidote
Because I’m immune
And I’ve got words writhing
Like flies caught in a web
while these monsters
run rampant in my head
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An old one for today’s post
Me mind is racin’ two times a dozen
Thats what the doctors’ll say
Nah they wear flashy suits
Tie an all
What business they got wearing them?
They aint bloomin business men!
Lock me up and throw away the key!
Thats what they’d go and bloomin’ do!
Me? on a psych ward? Kiddin’ me aren’t ya?
t’ fookin sane for this lot
Got a few screws missin’
But they’ve only fallen behin’ bloody bed
I tell ya, my room is a right bloomin’ mess!
Eee! If me mother were to see it
She’d ‘ave a fit
Always got somethin’ to complain about
Oh my, she don’t beat around the bush
No, comes right out with it!
“Ya flats a tip! Looks like a bomb site” She’ll say
Well i don’t mind
As long as i can find me screws
Before the bloody doctors
Notice i got ’em loose
Becoming more unhinged
Eyes swivel and spin
With contemplative tongues
Clicking inside mouths
That have forgotten to sing
Waiting for some luciferous woman
To hang onto as we swing