how i feel after talking to doctors

i want to cut straight through the bullshit
and eat my heart from the middle

maybe that explains my attraction
to mean streaked people. they answer a riddle.

there's no question in their minds
their confidence, a surgical frown

i so admire the skill with which
they carve the red stuff from the brown

i'm not like that, i'm not like that


i take the doctor at HIS word
the best of them are only human

but, why do i continue to wallow
in conversation sans trails to follow

wallowing's for pansies! WALLOWING'S FOR PANSIES!!!


why do doctors say so little
how to communicate with alien species?

and now i'm stranded here upon the moon
an ice bacterium of paranoia

i hardly recognize myself, i hardly recognize myself


but i have proof of survival skills
i 'm not imaging my scars

the pain is not a fantom friend
its dull and dumb but real

are you telling me to forget it?
i can't see through the bullshit