Gonna post early I got a bit to do this week...
WHITE SUIT
My perception of reality is distorted, I feel frightened
Dismissed from the office – my sensitivity heightened
As a financial advisor, high-flyer, new firms I enlighten
My rage has tightened; my boss thinks he’s a Titan
I excel at my job, helpin’ stores to flourish and brighten
Every fucker loves me in my cream white suit
Fresh and clean in my swish whistle and flute
Relentless stats and figures, I have to compute,
Harlots in my Lexus boot... livin’ life wild on the commute.
Kicking back in my crib, smokin’ zoot after zoot!
I’m confused, pals think my attitude’s - delusional an’ aloof
I feel withdrawn from stuff and my behaviour’s uncouth
Burdened with these government secrets, I’m tellin’ the truth,
Coz when the phone buzzes my heart hits the roof…
Since the day, CIA crew, rushed my house an' removed my tooth
All these conspiring spies and lies…what’s a man like me to do?
Restless and annoyed, with sudden mood changes,
My parrots are plottin’ in their fucking bird cages,
Paranoid about these unexpected, weird life stages,
Lost interest in the jaded Financial Times pages,
Confusion over common faces, names and ages,
Illusions of craziness, decaying as my brain deranges
I’m starting to see shit no one else sees,
To the bedroom - a whore in my bed - it's Denise,
With a gruesome disease…PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!
Inside my arms, I’m crawling with fleas,
To the garden, ahh…what a lovely breeze,
So I sit on my knees and talk with the trees.
Shit, antelopes an' centipedes on a lawn stampede!
FLLEEEEEAAASSS!
There’s a fucking knife in my pocket,
I quickly disembowel my limb; I chop it…and stab it,
In the kitchen, Heffner’s not tappin’ a bunny goddamit,
He’s actually fucking dead rabbits, I can’t stand it!
But I’m still proud of my work ethic and habit
In a padded cell now, no commercial rabble and racket,
I’ve exchanged my cream suit for a white straight jacket
Every fucker loves me in my cream white suit
Fresh and clean in my swish whistle and flute
Relentless meds and pills I have to dilute
These cushioned walls make my brain cells minute,
I sit alone in my cell, depressed an’ bemused
Topic: I see shit no one else sees.