I have forgotten how to think
and I am thinking that might be a bad thing
new wave apocalyptic
I have a pre-paid prescription for happy colored dreams
psycho suicidal and next year’s new messiah
I have prophet-like tendencies
in a year of TV talk shows and one minute microwaved foods
all it takes is murder and mayhem
to make front page news
I am going to dance naked in Times Square
singing “Rhinestone Cowboy”
I am going to be famous
I think
Yeah!
The Emotional Delusions of a Mad Man
