I’m a pacifist, love poetry, a heart full of joy.
The quintessential American boy.
But pumped full of meds lifted the vale,
Exposed my dark side, then someone said:
You’re a train wreck, off the rail.
So I beat off his head.
What now? Fix my meds or put me in jail?
Probably both.
But I think,
My acrimonious shrink,
The guy that prescribed the stuff
Should take my place.
Cuz he don’t know
His butt from his face.