Whatever
it'll never matter
it's just the way
things
turn out to be

but I can't sit back
when all I believe in
is under attack
it's not right
and not the way
It should be,

they'll say
that I'm a troubled child
and that I
grew up somewhere way out in the wild
but they'll say
what you want to hear from them

but It never matters as it never should
the only good things
come out from doing good
and I know
I always did

What pill?
when the will is as strong
as the day is long,

nothing endures as long
as long lasting cures.

they would say that
wouldn't they?

pharmacology
is after all
just another ology.

Just sneezing
and wheezing
and easing into
old age

*******
I should be enraged
but
I'm quite comfortable
and
getting comfortable
in
my easy chair.

Is it fair?
do fish fornicate?
are buses often late?
do I fukin care?

Headache
earache
maybe some
beer intake
will cure me

She says as She often does
when push comes to shove
don't be standing on the edge
of a cliff.

I am so lucky to have such
an advisor
and
She's just given me a ticket
to visit
Beachy Head.

That myoclonic ****
is somewhat of a perk
when your body's on
the way
to wherever bodies go.

I know that some
will google now
and wonder how
they never knew that
the
myoclonic was a part
of you

Who's a **** now?

Nobody told us
that we'd grow
into
the old us.

It's ****
but
I'm absolutely down
with it

wouldn't want to be
young again
and
have to go to
school again.

Still
they could have
let us
know.

The road ahead
dead
'cept
for the shadows that race across the face of the man that wanders alone, and the sun barely risen, it could be an interesting day, could be enjoyable in so many ways.

The road ahead,

I am led here blind
seeing nothing
feeling nothing
hoping for everything
grateful for anything,

some thing or something touches me
and I shiver
yet still warm from the sun,

'son of a gun'
I'm only dreaming.