The Right Write Rite

I don't make enough sense.

I can get too intense.

I'm easily mislead.

I tend to live inside my head.

I'm just enough off the charts to be considered "that one".

So I'm a little in the red, but not by a ton.

So then why in this world with so much chaos

Do people like me get such terrible pay-offs?

I don't want to murder, I don't want to kill.

I have dreams in this world that I'd love to fulfull!

But when I get that look it's hard to get by,

The thoughts in my head are hard to subside.

In eyes I see that look of distaste,

and without a beat I make a move with haste

to leave the situation without a scene

wondering why all must be so mean

Those looks fill my heart with feelings of mistrust

Into my heart a knife must thrust!

Right now, right this very second!

Because it's in my head and i can't second guess it!

Live for the moment and be who you are!

But, even if that you will take it that far?...

No, no, that's not right!

that makes your loved ones filled with fright!

You can't do that, it's wrong!

Even though people live way too long!

Let's rule out the natural selection

and bring on in the mass confection

of pills and tubes and breathing machines

so grandpa can tell us of all the old queens!

And the quality of life will go down with the length

but money will be made with medicine's increase in strength.

No matter where you are a pill won't be too far

just drive down the right block with enough money in your car.

fiending for benzos, even some adderal

you can feel the familliar buring in your abdominal wall

Itching for the dope

that they give you to cope

when with one simple motion; just one little chop--

one second you're listening, and the next, it all stops.