unhealthy murderous paranoia
starts kicking in
as i try hard - to manage the stairs
down to the subway station
people are alive and kicking
and me
just a wicked, wired and weird
image of myself
run through the jungle
blasts in my inner ear
thinking makes me dizzy
standing makes me confused
again i pushed myself
to the fringe of my mind
searching for something
a moment of enlightenment and affiliation
humans
always look strange
when you off your tits
at 8 o'clock in the morning
on acid, mdma and
a pinch of columbian marching powder
i try - in vain
not to loose half of my shit
i unnecessarily carry around with me
self-imposed clumsiness
excess luggage of life
sure for the hep cat's eye
i'm entertaining to watch
but for the 'normal' citizen
i have to be a deviant vermin
the acid leaves me for a fallacious shake
and i notice that i'm coked out of my gourd
imbued with noxious sweat
i plan, plot and scheme
how to hold myself in an upright and cool position
way too much trouble
a confounding burden
and 100 per cent diametral to what i need right now
i pretentiously make myself comfortable on the ground
oh what a shlimazl - i say to myself
and start singing elegies by the doors and waka flocka flame
and as i'm regaled by the gorgeous moving floor
and the abhorred, distorted grimaces
i think - it's mandatory to never accept the tedium
always be up for unwise shenanigans
hopelessly search for the fastidiousness
cause like i said before
these are disastrous times
and one day in elysium is worth the abyss
my subway arrives
and my adventure continues
