i’m mad, baby
a scientist
i’m sick, man
watching the mice
chase after that
cheese you dig?
i lose my cool about it
these people are
like barbed wire
man i’m just all
caught up. with their
health foods and
terrorists and taking
all the man out of
men or taking all the
respect out of woman,
drives me in circles
like a cab in england,
baby. one never had
to try so hard to be
smooth.
stuck in the grind,
understand?
maybe it’s these formative
years or whatever,
living off of vicodin
and ms. jane.