Plastic wires inside my brain
Drastic thoughts still remain
Concrete jungle, no escape
Complete in dream scape

Workers doing endless jobs
Shirkers being called slobs
Scope is far out of range
Hope is someone strange

When time started to run out
Then phantoms silently shout
Never will they be heard
Whether it should be absurd

Playing the same old game
Praying nobody is to blame
Elastic fades away the grain
Plastic wires inside my brain

Clownlike, happiest on your hands,
Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled,
Gilled like a fish. A common-sense
Thumbs-down on the dodo's mode.
Wrapped up in yourself like a spool,
Trawling your dark, as owls do.
Mute as a turnip from the Fourth
Of July to All Fools' Day,
O high-riser, my little loaf.

Vague as fog and looked for like mail.
Farther off than Australia.
Bent-backed Atlas, our traveled prawn.
Snug as a bud and at home
Like a sprat in a pickle jug.
A creel of eels, all ripples.
Jumpy as a Mexican bean.
Right, like a well-done sum.
A clean slate, with your own face on.

In my family mental illness isn’t a question of
“Will I or won’t I?”
It’s a question of
“When and how badly?’
Because in my family mental illness isn’t a question
It’s a promise
It’s a promise that you hope someone will break
And you realize that life after 20 isn’t a guarantee
Because it’s a question of
“Will I bury my parents or will my parents bury me?”
Because if the mental illness doesn’t **** you
It’ll be the cancer
Or the diabetes
Or maybe the heart disease
But in my family making it to 80 is something
Only two people have seen
And you learn to stop asking questions
And in my family
You learn to laugh while you can
And to smile in the rain
To drink while it’s legal
And to die at inconvenient times
Like before weddings
And graduations
And birthdays
And you learn to stop asking whose coming
And stop sending out invitations
And just hope someone is alive to see you
Dying

Contagious
Shed a tear when I'm seeing you,
you're skin is turning black and blue.
In a way I still must smile,
took pictures, cause its been awhile.
Was a moment when I had to laugh,
thought maybe you just had infection of staff.
There is no doubt you're all I see,
in the mirror, when taking a ***.
I just hope you aren't contagious,
contagious yeah, yeah.
I sit around trying to be alone,
afraid to even pick up the phone.
Being tense won't speed up the time,
but it helped with this Guns-n-Roses rhyme.
Take it slow, and I'll be fine,
no more time to mope and whine.
I just hope I'm not contagious,
if so, I'll need some more patience.
All the stars are still shinning bright,
maybe that will help shed some light.
I think I can make it, I'm not faking it,
very hard to break it, no longer can I take it.
Hope I'm not contagious yeah, yeah,
just a bit contagious yeah, yeah.
I've been praying every night,
hoping all will be alright.
Hard to see, while turning blue,
feet stuck like I stepped in glue.
Streets can't change except for the names,
sick and tired of all these stupid games.
I guess this means I'm contagious,
now I must be very courageous.
Whoa,I guess I'm contagious yeah, yeah,
Oh it seems I'm contagious yeah, yeah, yeah.
This *****, I will soon die,
being contagious, will lead to a cry.
I really hate being contagious yeah, yeah, yeah.