Drinks, demensia and self deprication-
delusions that lead me to this medication
that I had to start taking
cuz my spirit kept breaking
leaving the doctor with no hesitation
In prescribing me xanax
after my momma gave me the boot,
describing the antics
which I’d say be proof,
that she is crazy it’s true,
like the thoughts in my mind
after drinking mushroom soup.
I remember yesterday I was depressed on my couch,
so I put a spliff to my lips and assessed all my doubts.
What the fuck could my anxiety and stress be about?
I guess I’ll mind fuck myself till my brain lets me out.
Until then,
you can’t blame me for being crazy,
cuz thats just how my mom raised me
nuerotic anxious and hasty,
and I haven’t slept in a week, so excuse me
if I seem a bit spacy.
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