Sing with me and play,
Watch the days just drift away.
Happy are my thoughts,
Downing multi-colored yummy draughts.
Nom-Nom; the crazy juice is great!
Heaps of pain and flesh--
Fill my broken plate.
What I cannot chew, I'll squeeze it through--
The mesh.
Strain you out like spaghetti,
Torn so small, confetti--
Mix it with my yummy juice.
Down my throat, a warm sluice.
Wait we can't play if you pass out.
Take the purple pill for me;
Then you'll see,
How fun the yum juice is - such glee.
They call it Chlorpromazine,
Makes me drool, but keeps my insides clean.
In my noggin nothings wrong now.
It kills the brain-grazing-amoeba-cow!
I had the schizophrenia, you see?
Disorganized and psychotic, that was me.
Three outta four voices thought killing was erotic.
Blood pooling little circles, so hypnotic.
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