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May 2013
One slap from a dead cat
Dissected for an experiment
I'm not crazy
I promise I'm not
I just had to slap her
The old lady deserved it
She slapped me and beat me with her cane
I slap her once maybe twice
Ok three times I slapped her
With the ******
Guts dangling cat
I found already dead
In the back alleys of these graveyard streets
I'm not crazy
But I'm the one
Thrown in an uncomfortable position
I hate myself
So why strap me in this I-Love-Me jacket
Toss me in the darkest corner
Of asylum white walls
Close the door
Lock it
And seal me away
To a room where shadows
Possess your mind
Voices become insane
And nobody even knows you're there
I promise I'm not insane
I just felt cornered
Insulted by her actions
And the voices where laughing
Joker grins dancing on my eye lids
I had to slap her with the cat
So throw me in the asylum
Let me go in the next three months
I'm not insane I promise
Don't ask.
Robert Guerrero
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Robert Guerrero
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