You really are way over the line, man.
You know that, don’t you?
You really need to get it checked out now.
I’m telling you straight.
Take it from me, I seen this happen before
and it ain’t pretty.
First thing, you’re making the odd weird comment.
Then the next minute
or day or week or month or whenever
you’re making no sense.
It’s called losing contact with reality
but it can be stopped
as long as it’s recognised and accepted
and yeah there’s the rub
cos if you let the fucker drift too far
it’s like any other
creeping, disseminating, leaching
invisible bacterial serpent
its eggs in your brain
its tongue flicking its way through your vein-juice
unseen by your folks
who continue to pretend that they think
you’re just a little
what, kooky, eccentric, going
a bit off the rails?
Didn’t you tell me you wanted them dead
or was that just me?
I don’t think it was just me, was it? It
wasn’t just me, right?
You really need to get it checked out. Now.
I’m telling you. Straight.