Every time I catch your eye
mirrors search my soul
I feel the urge to stop and cry
as tumbleweed does roll
the filth and fury that lurks within
suggests I may be mad
I only see in black and white
just like my good ol' dad
BPD - oh yes, that's me
or so it has been said
I'm not so sure
the label fits...
although it might when I am dead

Beaten with a stick
thrashed by a belt
man weeps for the child
over the hand that he was dealt

walking for long hours
church clock as his guide
avoiding human beings
environmental genocide

lost inside a moment
never-ending pause
beasts visited in dreams
ripping with their claws

child petrified
devoid of understanding
paranoia in full bloom
irrational thoughts expanding

man weeps for the child
who took it on the chin
for the cards that he was dealt
cemented no chance of a win

White lilies
closed casket
poor fellow
blew his gasket

tablets
          poised

Percy the pig was skipping along      
in his denim dungarees
he danced on his trotters
for the fish and the otters
performing a rude striptease

The fish were in shock
of his corkscrew ****
the otters loved it to bits
Percy bent over and wiggled his ****
then covered them all with the *****