I was trying to write an essay
and then fell a horse with no legs
I climbed atop to ride away
but all it could do was neigh
fuck the mental institute
hooray for the insane
with brains that constitute
a flag hanged the same
every way a house aligned
this echo society’s bane
even though the signs
were laid before our eyes
still nobody gives a fuck
glistening snowfall
makes me cold but I don’t care
because you are there
I’m petrified like
a piece of wood or some stone
although I’m not stoned
sweet roses in spring
I don’t know what I’m feeling
follow your instincts
scissors are soft and I’m high as a cross
burn the bad hand no matter the cost
accidentally torched the ace for a loss
running through empty streets unkind
elusive and a mystery hurting my mind
smashed bottle stoge tattoo does unwind
in a spinning cycle of circular confusion
each day a fucked up new conclusion
brief experience in a breathing illusion
the boss complies with none except fun
