Abilify

We’re getting close

close enough to see

fact, fiction, nonsense

ideologies

unfolding right before our eyes

lies

all lies

surprise

I was searching the closet

because I lost it

found it in a shoe

under my bed

how did you get out of my head?

stuck out, stranded

from another planet

put me to sleep

I want to wake up in the Matrix

put me on the A list

I need to talk to the oracle

kill a gang of agents

Kung Fu like an Asian

is the president black?

no he’s Barcaucasian

Obamafied

paleface on his mama’s side

poet on the rocks

with a lemon wedge

over the hedge

on the other side

the lows the highs

the highs the lows

eyes closed

pain in my brain

dark as night

I can’t see a thing

beam me up

so many voices in my head

I can’t stand it

we need to leave this planet

permission granted