By Arcassin Burnham

I need an extra dose to cure my sanity,
But the doc was a ****,
What was real? Losing myself and reality,
So I nearly went bizzerk,
Never bite the hand that feeds,
Memories got put to work,
Who am I to disagree,
On who I know and who knows my worth,
But it was so worth it on esponola street,
Tired of the hurt over writing words,
You can have it.