Poetic Justice Before My Next Injection

I can’t stand it Time ticks Time runs out before my next injection I wake up not knowing if I am dreaming or living I can’t live like this What happened to the blumin’ changes Doctors can’t imagine my pain They don’t take injections I will be a changed man Thanks to the doctors ‘justice’ I doubt it sincerely I am only a changed man When they want it My moods change I CRY FOR FREEDOM Why can’t I have freedom? I cry alone I achieve everything I achieve more than the doctors I achieve more than any man? Still I won’t have my poetic justice I will die with a stitch in my side I cry and shout I could shout to the loudest of my lungs No-one will understand or listen