Cannot anyone help me understand
Our world’s oh so obvious insanity
People only, the Earth works grand
Can I hide where none can find me
Enter the asylum, numbed by drugs
Or self-medicate and live vicariously
Stoned or drunk, suck media dugs
Consumed by, crime, soaps, reality
I have tried to take the blame before
People step back and close the door
The whole thing’s rotten to the core
A putrid pimple, eructed from a pore
Apply a hot compress, stay in for sure
Might try medication, but I don’t know
Too long we waited, a blemish red, sore
To burst, scar; run, it’s going to blow
