doctor, i don´t like
you-
(it is nothing personnel
you understand
you are probably
a decent man
but it is the mountain
of bull-****
that accrues day
by day
that taint´s every
breath i breath
it is the hypocrisy
it is the mean way
it is the beady
little eye
it is the fatal
shrug
nothing´s torpid
hug
in a living hidden
with lie
silence omits
we forgotten
song gone
understanding
sympathy
empathy
peachy
why i don´t
like
it is not really
understanding
why..)

a man walks into
a bar
and slaughters
all
puts a disc on
and makes
breakfast..