As if it mattered that we wage war
Valium pills fly across the altar
A dandy psychiatrist hisses his tune
A crazy bloke’s mind’s on the moon
If only you knew how they kill here
Murder us with a smile o so queer-
We die alone and waste uncle Sam’s dough
Who on far dells should know?
The clash of fear and adrenaline
Blowing pity on wafts of cinnamon
Sprayed upon catatonic supra-beings
“O don’t wake Joe, he sings”
Songs to hide the pain, one schizoid would do
“Don’t shock Joe, he’s with Jesus” and rue-,
Would only disperse melancholy
In these ‘happy’ terrains where many
Celebrate unnatural love of medicine
Ante up young restless men
Its quite fun to be shocked
And in his kingdom be forever locked
You and I, my fair borderline personality
My hungered anorexic bear with me
The scorns and blows of society
Hold my hand and press it tightly
We’re never heroes we’re not attractive
Keeping away a life so “pro-active”
My cock yearns for delicacy
But wanking alone hurts me
None flew over the cuckoos nest
Yet we keep that lavish zest
Yes, we rave about our lazy fancy
Lounging a sunny afternoon in lunacy.
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Submission Name: None Flew Over the CuckoosNest
