bitten by a scorpion and cut by razor blades
my wounds are deep
whilst facing adversity
in the July dingy
weather
to change chemicals in the brain
only natural ingredients:
tea, chocolate, casual conversations
words flow freely like tears
electrical telephone connections disrupt all this
diversion from plain simple thinking
the herd showed no mercy
one sheep will be painted black
ç'est la vie off the map
give me a compass
to navigate bums on seats
in the cruellest circumstances
where no one would ever want to be
but somehow it happened to be me again
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