As I opened my closet today
After a very long time
I saw kept behind these skeletons
Some precious objects I'd
Hidden away from everyone
Objects which for real were
The strongest feelings I had
Recognising whom made me smile
And brought back nostalgia
Of a time that never existed
So I placed these objects
Slowly on my hands to
Dust them off to show them to you
Before we throw these objects away
And laugh over our mistakes again
For I saved these for too late
So late that they decayed
And fermented beyond recognition
Therefore I dispose them off
With half euphoria and half sadness
To remind ourselves we must keep moving
With the clock than hurt ourselves by
Letting this moment take toll
And as much as I want to
I should not live here anymore...
Disclaimer The
Neurotic One shall use this narcissistic recluse to blow his own trumpet, to
question the parentage of Communists and to blast the world for what it is.
Readers who do not concur, are requested to bend over and kiss his buttocks.
Readers are also strongly advised against side effects of reading Neurotica,
such as strong nausea, splitting headaches, insomnia, visions of Baba Sehgal
chasing you in a thong, suicidal depression, delirium, anti social behaviour,
transformtion into an ugly toad, nightmares about ugly and naked fat men, STDs,
Kafka dreams or brief flashes of intelligence.
If you do feel these side effects, oh well. Sue me.