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My ghost drives around with a bag of fish
Falling neutrinos drift the trees
He staggers and reels, runs up credit bills
And clogs up the toilet bottles of pills

Here in the bipolar
If you you get a gold star
But I'm not going far till the Haldol in
Until then, then

I'm strapped to this fucking bed
And I won't get any or tea
I stop quoting Nietzsche
And brush my teeth and my hair

Days pass slow in slippers and
But my ghost still bangs on the
Like John the Baptist in the
While the nurses play Eights