Just another day, another case of "i've got the blues"
but not the case of blues that i need
being made in medical facilities
my chocolate factory trip to the pharmacy
over-the-counter or behind-the-back
and "this isn't just any headache"
my head feels like jesus
nailed to a piece of wood
conveniently known as my neck
i feel like a ghost in Pac-man
scattering to regather hopefully
but i feel like one that was eaten
and 100 pts. to the opponent
and there's no such thing
as power-ups for ghosts
separate and float
solidifying would be a joke
just to get to the punchline
that you shouldn't be here
and i've got a shotgun
that says i can't lose
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