Untitled Song

"Doctor, are you there?... We need you!"

"We're going to lose him Doctor, what do we need to do?"

Pump but forms clumps,

floods lumps from which blood runs

down your thumb as the knife sunk,

cannot overcome, die young.

The rum i dunked for fun,

made me stunned 'n' drunk,

brittle like cookie crumbs.

Too numb, too glum,

so i lift up the gun,

pull the trigger and be done.

Quicker the finger,

sheer shimmer like a thriller flicker.

Hit me with another sticker BITCH.

Flick the switch, must i pull out the whip to hit you with?

pick from a list which deed i insist,

best be swift or i'll be pissed,