GUT ME WITH A GRAPEFRUIT SPOON

MY CHEEKS ARE RADIATING HEAT
I CAN FEEL IT
FLOWING OFF MY FACE
I LOOKED IN THE MIRROR
I AM
FLUSHED

I AM AT WORK
I CANT GO HOME
I HAVE TO FINISH MY WORK
I DONT WANT TO BE HERE
ANYMORE

I CAN HOWEVER
DRINK BEER AT MY DESK
WHILE I WORK
SO LONG AS IT IS AFTER
FIVE OCLOCK

SOMEONE RECENTLY SAID
THAT I AM MENTALLY ILL
I WANT TO SLAP HIM
BECAUSE HE USES LANGUAGE
OF MIDDLE CLASS BOURGEOIS
IDIOTS
CALLING EVERY LITTLE THING
A MENTAL FUCKING ILLNESS

I KNOW MENTAL ILLNESS
I KNOW RETARDATION
MENTAL ILLNESS
IS WHEN
YOUR BROTHER CALLS YOU
AT FIVE AM
SCREAMING GIBBERISH
DUE TO A MENTAL BREAK DOWN
EVERYDAY
FOR FIVE DAYS STRAIGHT

THAT IS MENTAL ILLNESS
IT IRRITATES ME
WHEN PEOPLE USE THE TERM
AS A WEAPON
IT IS CHILDISH
AND REPUGNANT
BECAUSE MENTAL ILLNESS
CANNOT BE HELPED
AND IS
EXTREME IN ITS NAUTRE

YOU KNOW MENTAL ILLNESS
WHEN YOU HAVENT SLEPT IN DAYS
BECAUSE YOU KNOW
SHOCK THERAPY IS MAKING A
TERRIFYING COME BACK
FOR TREATMENT
OF SOCIOPATHS
AND YOU HAVENT SLEPT IN DAYS
BECAUSE YOU ARE AFRAID
THAT IF YOU ARE NOT AWAKE
WHEN THE PHONE RINGS
THAT YOUR BROTHER
MIGHT GUT SOMEONE WITH A
GRAPEFRUIT SPOON
BECAUSE HE IS TERRIFIED
OF HIS OWN VISIONS

THAT IS FUCKING MENTAL ILLNESS
IT IS NOT MENTAL ILLNESS
WHEN A GIRL
WHO HAS A CRUSH ON YOU
SENDS YOU PROVOCATIVE PICTURE
OVER THE INTERNET
AND TRIES VERY HARD
TO IMPRESS YOU

IT IS NOT MENTAL ILLNESS
WHEN SHE DECIDES
THAT YOUR STRANGE WAYS
OF COMMUNICATING WITH HER
MAKE HER UNCOMFORTABLE
AND SHE DECIDES
TO MAYBE AVOID YOU A LITTLE
WHEN YOU TELL HER THINGS
LIKE THAT YOU WANT
TO IMPREGNATE HER

MY CHEEKS ARE FLUSHED
BECAUSE THERE ARE
BOURGEOIS ASSHOLES
AND RETARDED BROTHERS
AND UNREQUITED LOVE
AND TOO MUCH WORK
AND TOO MUCH DEPT
AND NOT ENOUGH AFFECTION
AND NO ONE
TO TELL THIS STUPID PETTY SHIT TOO
EXCEPT A LITTLE DIALOG BOX
ON A COMPUTER SCREEN

MY CHEEKS ARE FLUSHED
BECAUSE I WISH
I WAS THE ONE
MY FUCKING RETARDED
MENTALLY ILL BROTHER
WOULD GUT WITH
THE GRAPEFRUIT SPOON