I lived my live with deviating thoughts.
Never knew till I connected the dots.
Apparently my different view
was to unique and so my solitude grew.
I wrote a book. It sells like hell.
It hit the charts like a crazy bombshell.
It just contains most of the facts.
My actual thoughts they said are too far fetched.
Sick and vile. That’s my style.
Thorazine makes me mean.
I guess my cat would have agreed.
Drenched in fuel she burned with great speed.
Just didn’t see the difference between,
A fly, a cat, a man, at the age of thirteen.
Sick and vile. That’s my style.
Thorazine makes me mean.