The ghost in my head
is fucking crazy
of course *he* thinks
I'm nuts
it's a miracle we agree
to get both legs
out of bed
in the morning
Naturally we both
get hungry tho
so there's that.
So I says to myself,
self,
we are one fucked up reality
away
from a rubber room
but damn those eggs smell good.
Mercifully, self doesn't backchat
for once
