Music, Art & Mental Health (art theory)

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  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    this should do it... pills
    this should be it

    i suppose this is truth
    all problems
    troubles coming and going
    therapies
    they all know my name

    absence takes over
    sometimes my eyes grow vacant
    rise to vacate

    big hospitals
    big shot doctors
    all together and me
    and me
    I do not care
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
    The doctor sat there in a big leather chair
    Doling out his wisdom. Like he knew everything and I
    DIdn't know shit
    The guy's a glorified fucking neuroscientist
    Fat on mine and other people's misery
    And they're putting me under the microscope now
    What chance have I got?
    I'd love to turn the tables
    Scrutinise this fucker's every move
    You have some pretty weird ways yourself mate
    Next time I swear I'm gonna grab your head
    And smash it straight through that cabinet
    So you better increase the pills.
    And don't ever look me in the eye like that again.
    Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
    Send my credentials to the house of detention

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  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    tremors wrote:
    The doctor sat there in a big leather chair
    Doling out his wisdom. Like he knew everything and I
    DIdn't know shit
    The guy's a glorified fucking neuroscientist
    Fat on mine and other people's misery
    And they're putting me under the microscope now
    What chance have I got?
    I'd love to turn the tables
    Scrutinise this fucker's every move
    You have some pretty weird ways yourself mate
    Next time I swear I'm gonna grab your head
    And smash it straight through that cabinet
    So you better increase the pills.
    And don't ever look me in the eye like that again.

    :shock:
    nicely done

    some of these doctors get on a person's nerves
    and so heads are put through cabinets
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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