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neurotic
got an exotic disease?

I'm affecting a disorder
not exotic,
but on the border of
the line between
neurosis and the
madness in my eyes.

If you've an illness
and you're pill-less then
it's time to shop for pine
take your time and
dovetail joints
believe me everything all points
towards the graveyard.


Death's like Don Quixote
only slower
and no windmills
always battling the shadows
'til the sun goes on your evening.

Standing yet again and on the tube that gets me nowhere
and tomorrow it will be me
that will be tilting,
not at windmills though,

I'd like to stay on even keel
and keep things real,
so
peel your eyes or peel a grape
it's never early
I'm always late
watching Peter at the pearly gate
and he is watching me.