Asthma Attacks
frenzied asthma attacks, gm pigs, the NHS, poisoned fruit and city life.  Television politics for our 
brainwashed society of crash test dummies and deadbeat zombies.  Would you spill your guts onto the 
floor for all the blood that was ever spilt for you and your pickled soul?  would you ever take your own 
advice?  Would you ever hand yourself the surgeons knife and shed your disease?  I fear it every day with 
my prozac-heavy-brain.  I see the sky turn brown and beneath there's an army of scary clowns laughing.  
Her bottle of narcotics has 'fire escape' written on the side.  She     lights a rocket to scold the flowers in 
the sky.  She scrambles through the cupboards, face of insecurity.  I guess she thinks its paranoia - life is 
so peculiar.  In the aftermath of the hurricane and the revolution of the sane, there's nothing left to face but 
a cracked concrete wall.  Every day we start a fire but everyday we put one out.  But no-one sees the 
other side - leave the vacant heads behind.