by Nick Gisburne
A scientific study has revealed
Unbounded bullshit heaving in your head
A panic room, impenetrably sealed
Could never fully neutralise the spread
You fertilise the universe with crap
A schizophrenic scattering of tripe
Beyond the point where sanity should snap
You suck a stronger poison from your pipe
The sewage spill of sludge you call a mind
Is madness, mayhem, melting in a bowl
Delusion, unavoidably inclined
To vomit incoherence from your soul
Tonight, tomorrow, each and every day
Two words describe my feelings: go away
