Uneasy
My conscience works overtime in these modern days
temptations at fingertips so easy to be persuade
People seem different too friendly or not at all
with consequence of a greeting getting bawl
Small things uncomfortable never at ease
for no matter the direction you can never please
Staying home quietly trying to be calm and relax
troubled by neighbors fighting and one holding an axe
Nervous anxiety brewing more and more
at night under the bed sleeping on the floor
The world seems too touchy even obscene
enough to grasp your head and loudly scream
They always say on news he was such a regular guy
the nut house is full but feeling comfortable inside.
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