Lost Mind
Loneliness and battery hens, hospitals and sorrows end.  I'm tired and frustrated.  Grinding cogs 
and barking dogs, the chaos of the city fog.  I'm tired and frustrated.  Break my bones and break 
them good as horses in the ballroom would, dancing with their own viruses. Sediments of evil 
such as faulty paracetamol, are being stifled out by the second.  In waning bliss could I grow weak?
  I've had my shot of lethargy.  I'm free and happy.  When the flowers melt away I only have 
myself to blame.  I'm free and happy.