Reflections of a Madman

you say I am psychoneurotic
well how the hell
can I be
something I cannot
even spell
now don’t get all nostalgic on me
I can remember things too
and when given the choice
I think I always choose
to try and forget about you
crisscross crazy you make me
feel so lazy
baby
maybe
I don’t need this
I
don’t
need
anything
from you
like your pity
your sobering attempts
of saying how much you miss me
so stop pretending
you feel sorry for me
I can walk
I can talk
I can make it on my own
look how far I have come
since I have been alone
I’m a regular 6 million dollar man baby
just not that rich
just not that smart
probably not as strong or fast either
almost as good looking
I guess
I’m more like his 60 dollar clone
but I am making it on my own
I don’t need to eat fish and oatmeal
cholestor-alcholic of a insert blank thought here
damn everything I have said
because if my words could kill
well darling
you would long since be dead
for this force fed hell
and calling me names
that I can’t even spell