True or False Witness

I spitter and sputter
With lust for trust a must or bust as the blades in my back they rust My words they flutter and mutter as I stutter to utter  
But believe it or not  
From haters to lovers  
Still I can't believe it no way  
To be one or the other  
A dead man walking  
Like a blind man in the dark  
The final act  
In the mundane script  
In part with the pointless part of the part to impart as I depart  
Half bled to death  
From my own bleeding heart winded out of breath  
With a flickering spark  
Eyes can smile with no facial expression  
And they can cry behind fake smiles  
While suppressing depression  
We can love the unlovely if we have love and our hearts  
But do we lust for the ugly  
We've disowned from the start Beauty skin deep and shallow to the bone  
Why is the bottom of our feet called soles  
Is it because they lead our soul  
Or does our soul lead our soles with purpose where we go  
Why is it I try to hide it right in front of me  
I hid it in plain sight right here inside of me  
Besides me can anyone else see the anxiety that is in me  
Enlighten me with my heavy heart and my broken parts in spite of me  
Phobiaddict maniacs down the pathetic path to pathic syndrome into the unknown  
Disorder inorder to instill logical illolgy  
Excessively repressive Depressively passively aggressive Recessively progressively impressive  
Emphatic addicts  
From this side to that side to cidle Under educated over medicated and   idle  
Was I coming or going  
Down or up this corridor of horror As they explore with sorcery and alchemy  
To supply the world with a remedy So please do tell me the matter With this matter  
With me what's the matter  
Cause it really matters  
That nothing's the matter  
And that nothing really matters  
As a matter of fact  
Down to the meat of the matter  
It all scatters and shatters  
Like plates and platters  
Down broken ladders up walls blood splattered  
Which will be cursed from the worst  
The first or the latter  
Swinging for the fences and losing mass  
Into this vastness I am cast  
Layers peeled away  
Three times a day  
On the floor by the pill bottle Is where they will lay  
In the bottles at the bottom Is where we'll stay  
Being saved to be enslaved  
And what's inside is on the bottle but the words I cannot say  
So bottoms up and hit the throttle as the farmers at the pharmacy are starting to sling hay  
So wtf let's fire one up        
Now it is doomsnight everyday        
But by mistake fate missed the date  
Arriving five bucks shy and three days late  
And that's okay and fine  
Subscribe to the prescription they described to fix the mind to never mind  
Then medisinners become medisaints        
With yes we cans becoming no we can'ts  
They're flipping scripts and they cannot quit  
20,000 drugs they use to abuse from which to choose FDA approved for me and you to be confused  
On the market breaking bank Forsaken rank and going blank  
As it all sank down the tank  
The chain was yanked  
They pulled the plug and played a prank  
That's why they call it a practice to be quite frank  
Impatient are the patients and they never get any thanks  
The shyt they put inside they decide to prescribe  
To put us under their influence  
So we can stay alive  
Are 15 syllable 37 letters long  
So absurd even when heard  
I can't even say the fukin word  
But oh well who gives afuk  
Refeel my refill and refiller up  
So I don't feel so much or think so much  
When I'm lying there in bed  
But when I'm bleeding out the dick and leaking out my ass instead More drugs will offset the side effects  
That are in effect that you can bet Ain't it kinda funny how many drugs they give and get  
Yet you can't even smoke a cigarette   And how did they come up with the abbreviation RX  
There's much deeper meaning that their symbols do reflect  
The whole shyt and shabang Is really why I came and went and spent  
Just for bents and dents  
With resentment giving my consent  
Discontentment and ill intent  
Too intense and empty to the fullest extent  
So do I believe and think the earth is flat  
That notion sounds wack  
Way more wack than a shyt house rat that got on crack and fukd a bat that ate a hat and took a crap and left a pile on which it sat Damn Jack flat fuq all that  
Forget the facts like opposite poles attract  
Transparency and truth  
Go hand in hand  
Common sense is what that lacks Don't be like Homer or Gomer  
Try critical thinking  
Like Abraham Lincoln  
with both eyes blinking  
But I digress all these words I've muttered to clutter the gutter  
No longer along for the ride I'm now the conductor  
Where I've seen trust be lost for another and never recovered  
And through all that I have seen uncovered and suffered  
After all that I have discovered the facts can't be smothered  
After all the instructions I've heard from all the instructors  
All my best friends are always my brothers  
Since we've lost our mother  
And I still can't believe  
It's not butter