The agent orange was taking over my lungs and blood stream,
I cried in a pitch black room with a very tan man,

He came towards me with only giggles and smirks laughing at my coughs,

He won.

Years later I end up emancipated,
With a son in my hands,
And a mental disorder taking over my mind and soul.

I was trapped.

The government was after me.

Taping my life, as my blood stream to my son and I were connected.

I laughed aloud.

I kept laughing.

I hit my son.

I kept hitting.

The government arrested me.
Gave me nickel and mustered gas in the back of my head.

I'm left with a scar.

Every time my son did drugs my heart collapsed a little.

He wasn't supposed to be born.

He Is the soul inside me.

He is my way out.

I laughed.

Then I killed myself.

I celebrated my death  with a man who nurtured flowers.

He sent me to the Rain man, the Rain man said, "Oh yes, oh yes come with me"

I followed the Rain man into an abyss of blue and yellow,
Inside of this was a table and chairs.

He said, "Relax, drink up, drink up"
And gave me some tea made of rosemary and sunflower leaves.


Later did I know, it was poison that killed me.