They call it insane,
When I awake in the astral plane,
They read me like wind vane,
and work hard to make my sweat go in vain,
they try to put me on the zombie train,
when deep inside of their barn.

what’s the use of pun?
When death is beyond the doctor’s healing can,
I try to be concerned as I can,
yet I am forced to dance with them in deep mastery,
in the unseen circle drawn from sorcery,
nutritional products alter our chemistry,
as they feed us depressants in the pantries,
causing altercations in our arteries,
to grow lean so we don’t fit in our panties,
so, we struggle to die in our seventies.

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