An apple a day keeps the doctor away
that’s what they say, it’s bullshit.
Next they’ll tell me the bottle will make me better
it doesn’t, it locks me in a cage. They call me
Xanthippe. a word that describes how I am
to them, most of the time.
I don’t disagree, I have something inside me.
More than Angst, More than Anger. I don’t understand.
Everyone says it’s all in my mind
Fuck that, it isn’t.
To call them blind is part of my message
and another is
“You’ll not find Peace but Entropy in me.