Thank the Muses for Alcohol..

Any poverty ridden reject can claim depression
If everyone was "properly diagnosed" we would all have pharmacies in our pissers
I don't need some money grubbing psychiatrist prescribing me shit I already find on the streets
Fuck the label, I know who I am
Sick in the head and physically exhausted

Just another anthropic feminist
Plagued with the desperate pleas of a drewger
Some people need saving
I need to find the not-so-simplistic concept of ignorance
I once saw the world in a painters perception
But now I can't find my own subliminal meaning
Abstract has become meaningless splotches
Much like my lazy poetry

Thank the muses for alcohol
For the inebriated inspiration bringing pause to a vortex of lost thoughts
Some call it a.d.d.
I call it the progression of a thoughtless and self consumed society
It helps me dowse self inflected wounds with bleach
So I'm able to focus enough to bring my voice to conscious
A metaphor?
Possibly, but you (we) all doubt that

I don't even understand why I write for people just to finger bang to my pain
"This is so disgustingly beautiful, you have a phenomenal imagination"
Fuck off
Kissing ass makes me consider that pharmacy...
So instead I considered getting high off music
I was told it was the only thing one could rely on
I had faith in that until John Lennon personally vomited on my beliefs

All I can say is thank the muses for alcohol or my art would be a knock off Courtney Love verse