a little poem

i'm of the opinion
i'm tot'ly insane.
my up is too up
and for this i complain.
if the up stayed in place
no problems would be.
but the down comes to fast
determined to last.
so the happy pill lives on my kitchen bench
it greats me each morning with
"Here's the mad wench!"
well fuck you blue pills
you can all go to hell.
i'm getting some others to help me live well.
they will level the up and up the big downs
they will fuse all the brain wires
and smooth all the frowns.
my smiles won't be fake
i'll have reasons to cry.
my life will be mine and I won't want to die

:)