Talking to myself,
Vocalize those thoughts
Out in the street
Where passers-by can
Turn their belligerent heads.
Scream at the crowd,
"I'm off my meds".
See that dirty man
And his demon brain
Flailing about?
I wish the state would
Harshen the vagrancy laws.
Put 'em in jail
'Cause we have cause.
Oh Fuck!
What will I do with all the
Cocaine that I stole?
Should I sell? Maybe I'll
Get caught and go to jail.
Nothing
Getting me out of all the
Hell I wouldn't miss.
No networks, relatives or
Friends to bail me out.
See that dirty man?
You should walk away.
Soon he'll become
The earth that covers
All of his needle-marked limbs.
Blind ignorance
Is merciful.