some days i’m glad that i am a madman & i’d rather be that than an amicable animal, mild-mannered cannibal!
but i’m more level-headed & clever than ever! & i’m getting better one forever at a time, & if sick is defined by what’s different, well, then pull the plug out & let me die!
vice versa, vice versus virtue, well who i am i choose through all the things i do.
& if it rhymes its true! but i hate poetry. now with my moral compass pointing south, going —-
down..
with no, no, no,
no, no, no,
no, no respect for reality!
i’m just a psycho, babe —- come & go out my mind!