you can't even begin
    to comprehend
how my heart,
sings these days...

        you're....
       ******* welcome!

some halloumi...
some
   naleśniki z serem...
eat cheese:
pro choice...
forget meat...

            some would claim this
to be biiterness...
were... they the ones
prescibed "safety instructions"
of big pharma treating me
as a schizophrenic?
last time i heard,
i was prescribed medication
treating me as a psychotic...

so... what is it?
            ah... ah ha ha...
no problem...
suicide bombing...
     cool cool.

                    does it even ****** matter?
a glass of milk,
to versions of cheese,
pancakes,
the frying process on butter?
really?
  do i really look
like someone who might
give a ****
when given the weather
          prognosis?
      i'll buy a nail...
if i have a hammer...
but then the current
******* worth
of a thought "to be"...

                i'm actually curious,
as to why,
so few internal
terrorists
take place in "our",
you, or thereafter...
*******' worth of,
whatever, and come tomorrow.

come szasz: the myth of
mental illness...
borrowed from 1960s...
sure... translated into
21st century britain:
the myth of an english society.