What with everyone digging under my skin and
Beating me up, I don’t have much left.
They say neurotransmitters control everything
I don’t really know
The zombies are crawling on me now
Everyone can’t seem to get enough of me
I can’t be left alone
It seems
No one is capable of it
It repeats
My mother’s neck turns into a loose snake
And she peeps right up in my grill
This happens often
I don’t know what to say
To her
A loose beat from time to time
And I am left alone
But it picks right back up!
And I am a torture victim once more
You just have to learn all their tricks,
I tell myself,
And you have to predict what they’re going to do
Where they’re going to move
Where you’re going to move
Before it happens
Before it strikes
The snakes strike me
I am venomized
The disease continues
Alcohol helps
As a last resort
I am at the beg and whim of my medications!
The real ones don’t do much
The self-medicated are discouraged by modern medicine
Oh my!
So much to keep track of!
But I’m not lost–
I just can’t escape.
There is nowhere on Earth
That another motherfucker wouldn’t find me
Bend me over
And do me in the ass mercilessly
As is want to be the case.
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