Psycho BabbleA Poem by Chainsaw Enema
So I guess I'm depressed I don't know what to do I'm writing things of originality Guess it means it's a mental disability
So let's go see a professional Step right into the confessional I'll empty my thoughts, my mind Right into your precious little time
Dear Omniscient Shrink Please tell me how to think List my flaws on your sketch pad Inform me of the newest fad
I need some Xanax to calm me down So please fill it out before I drown I'm confused so what do you suggest? Maybe you should just conform me like the rest. © 2009 Chainsaw Enema |
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