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Schizophrenia
When did you start hearing voices,
when did they start making choices
to determine your world
and crack that first bottle
or did the first pipe full smash on the throttle
sending you racing
downhill into the unescapable maze,
driving deeper into the dense purple haze
of paranoia?
I don't see the people you say are watching,
or the man living under the floorboards
and the plan he is notching
to murder you while you sleep,
if the drones "they" keep sending
don't sweep in and reap
your forma mentis for metanalysis,
or psychoscopic phenomenographic cogitation,
or steal your cannabis first,
and I can barely comprehend;
your unreal reality is a fine damned
mess for the rest of us!
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Chetta Achara
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