Why do I always lose my head, when it's most needed?
Why I can't get rid of it, when reasoning is totally out of place?
I tried getting drunk, surprisingly- didn't work out.
Instead got a rapid cynicism attack
Reality, in its common-ness seemed almost repellent
Thousands theories, for everything and everyone, which of course
were delivered in a single lecture on my way home, threading my way
through humid summer air
Brute in me doesn't want to sleep again. muzzle I will buy for it, whang leash,
hip in the ear, electric shepherd I will place around
and will look how it sizzles with each step
Sleep, my dear beast. with a stick will I tan leather on its crest.
Will tie it to a tree. Will make it stand out in the rain, and all that.
Just sleep my darling.
Chwilo - trwaj
Depresjo - ......wypierdalaj!
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