The Super Power Chronicles:
Mr. Telephone Man
As children, some of us develop imaginary friends
And some of us don't let go until our lifespans very end
A sad and scary thread that holds our concious together
Where if we listen to much we come off as thoughtless or clever
Opposite sides of a psyche that might seem drastic,
Yet
They potentially both point to psychiatric help
Which brings me to the subway train that I'm on
Explaining my wrongs to graffiti sprays on white walls
While lights flicker and I stare at bums requesting tips
clenching my nose closed to the stench of unattended piss
Glaring at a honeys legs, then hips, then her stunning, gentle lips
As they scrunch together with bubble gum descending quick...
It inflates and i think
I'm certain that shroud might pop
The flickering stops for a second and our eyes lock
She approaches, hips swaying like a pendulum
A mindless sentance runs around while I bend my thumbs.
As she arrives, smiling and fiddling her blouse
with the question "Gum?" slipping out her mouth...
I think
You could smell my breath from over there?
But say "Sure...." to gain some closure wear
She looks at me weirdly while handing me a stick
When, candidly, I rip a fart and start stammering some shit
While managing to think
god, I hope she doesn't smell that
But her face wrinkled up as I paused and fell back
A dozen pests laughed, and it felt like a taunt to me
While Her demeanor of seduction was dieing constantly
So I started dropping random jokes that I didn't really think through
while wondering
what breakfast she'd be into
The train stopped, she scoffed and said "Nice try you FREAK"
I thought
I should've stuck with the wise guy technique
She got out and looked either scared, or just cautious
but I was prepared to get off this train and head to my therapists office
......getting off I thought of
what I would of done to that girl
And I felt like Pac with all eyez on me in a blundering world
My thoughts continued until I got to his door
I knocked, and of course, wondered which problems I'd horde
This being our first session I wanted to remain locked up and sore
But when he opened up I was shocked to the core
Because his assistant was the honey from the train
And he already had my diagnosis, he cunningly explained.
bastard probly knows how much money he will gain
With my bill more than likely sitting on the window pane
Reassuringly The therapist smiled, "No, that would be too rude of me"
I sat down confused, unknown what I could truly percieve
My stomach turned a hundred germs as my hands would shake
and all the doc said was "start thinking of a random phrase
and repeat it in your head until you stand amazed"
half constrained, half confused; I glanced his way....
He had to be fucking with me so I switched the common thought
I wish your assistant would let me stick my dick in her cunt you FOB
I repeated until he stopped his recorder in a sudden pause
Played it back to reveal I had no inner monologue
All my dastardly deeds dawned alight faster than speed
All those girls' who's guts I managed to beat
Church ceremonies when I thought the pastor was weak
Speaking 2 thoughts at once, like when I'd brandish my glee
But felt outlandishly creeped or even stranded with peeps
And it sucks knowing no one said a DAMN in the least
Because all my imaginery friends were really laughing at me
Now I'm struggeling to conform to a normal pattern of speech