Head Case

I’ve got nowhere to go

My mind is running slow

Come to my show

Watch me fall

Get to my knees and crawl

Then stand up tall

I keep messing up bad

It makes my family sad

Then I get mad

What a head case

Always taking second place

Lets erase

His thoughts from his mind

He won’t be able to find

Any sort of mankind

Break his fingers, so he can’t write

That’s the only way he can fight

Turn off the light

He won’t be able to see

He’s got to be

Insane, probably

Real Poetry For Creatures

Journal, I’ve learned I cause bloody doctors a lot

Then I was Megadeth

Now it is important today to work at self disguise

Hopefully she’s screaming

Hello my factory

Always bat at sex of wolf dreams

I got rectangles from a gnarly

Anti-social

Mental Prince

Their health was fascinated at my pain

Yesterday I dreaded I diagnosed a God inspiration