Schitzo
Voices in me flaming head,
wont shut up, who is Fred?
pull yer head in bloody nong,
no i don't need a sarong,
go to bed.
schitzo phrenia...was it mate, {that Andrea Dietrich got me?)
volume blows the ear wax late,
get a grip below the ears,
choking now as blackness nears,
Charon handing out the beers,
unholy is me fate???
thanks Andrea...
Don Johnson 4-aug-11
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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