Man sometimes im just a chemical imbalance.A bad attitude and mentally challenged. I open my eyes to a brand new day but my temper is present in the same old way. My words hurt my actions offend and any happiness is all just pretend. I could care less, I dont give a shit, I aint interested in any of it. Life, love, gettin ahead, making progress, even gettin head. So what can be said about my shitty disposition? How life to me is one big imposition. Every day just the spanish Inquisition. Answers and responses are difficult decisions. Open wounds and deep incisions. Hungry mouths with no provisions. No portfolio, no acquisitions. A fixed race from the pole position. A rocket launch with no pre ignition. Black cats no superstition. Science experiments but no nuclear fission. Life sentence no parole just prison. No bullseye every shot is missin. The snake bite comes without hissing.The kiss of death without kissing.Peeing contest without pissing.Dissing contest with no dissing. A conversation without listening. A clear coat not glistening. Being excused and its you their dismissing. Thirsty and dehydrated but like a plant their just misting. Certain its enough and constantly insisting. Desperate for companionship a result of the company your enlisting. Or the bitch your kinda fisting. Like a wind chime left hanging in the wind twisting. This is analogy central incase you missed them. Anyway my thoughts are septic, not all the time but when i least expect it. Like a freight train full of madness and rain, wide open run away train. Occasionally my thoughts are contained, gentle and caring from the far side of my brain. Empathetic, sympathetic, all sunshine no rain. Blue skies, cool breeze, no low tide, no high tide, just smooth calm seas. No rogue waves, or giant breakers, just open invitations with plenty of takers.