Ice pick

I can’t wake

wake

Wake

wake

u—-u—-

up

The static energy is flipping my brain like an overcooked burger

I——

wake———-

Can’t——

can’t ————can’t——

wake

You took the ice pick

and said, “Shove this up

your nose,

To get inside your brain,

Baby.”

we will make the nasty whore parts go away

We will stop the stupid

We will block out the rest of you

“Lobotomy Blues, baby,” you sang to me sweetly

Wake

Up.