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There Must Be Something Wrong With My Brain ..Right?
"There Must Be Something Wrong With My Brain...Right?"
By Marcus Cooke
Sometimes People Fuck up
some more then others
how i long for
another chance
to be a better person.
I used to think other people
were to blame
that life was a incredibly
long game of snakes and ladders
with most of the bits missing.
That these so called
friends and family
were always right
and i was always wrong
now a lifetime later
i realize
there was never any
wrong or right
black and white
up or down
"boy turn that
frown upside down"
my ass.
There must be
something wrong with my brain?
Just because i don't fit in
quiet instead of loud
just another lost face
in the crowd.
Is it fair to hold that against me?
just because from your sub standard
school education,
your definition of society
dictates that i don't fit the bill?
My Neurons have turned to brandy
transformed to form a bulbous pulp
which then clearly leaked down my left nostril
does that explain why i always
fuck up.
Watch me loose control
and dance on metal tables
wearing a cheap plastic
medical gown.
"No more smarties
for that man,
Matron"
Step away from darkness
head towards the light
But There must be something
wrong with my brain..
...right?
By Marcus Cooke
Sometimes People Fuck up
some more then others
how i long for
another chance
to be a better person.
I used to think other people
were to blame
that life was a incredibly
long game of snakes and ladders
with most of the bits missing.
That these so called
friends and family
were always right
and i was always wrong
now a lifetime later
i realize
there was never any
wrong or right
black and white
up or down
"boy turn that
frown upside down"
my ass.
There must be
something wrong with my brain?
Just because i don't fit in
quiet instead of loud
just another lost face
in the crowd.
Is it fair to hold that against me?
just because from your sub standard
school education,
your definition of society
dictates that i don't fit the bill?
My Neurons have turned to brandy
transformed to form a bulbous pulp
which then clearly leaked down my left nostril
does that explain why i always
fuck up.
Watch me loose control
and dance on metal tables
wearing a cheap plastic
medical gown.
"No more smarties
for that man,
Matron"
Step away from darkness
head towards the light
But There must be something
wrong with my brain..
...right?
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