Laying in a Dentist's chair at another's mercy.
Comfort, air and water must be too much to ask.
As I sleep in broken glass
dreaming of stained robberies
I eat thieves alive like hoards of zombies.
You stole my wit!
Made it a prison out of shit
and there's only one-ply toilet paper,
I have my right to battle the master-shaper.
Molding wigs out of light-bulbs
is the brightest idea to bald men scared of the dark.
My closet is too full to hide monsters
so they stand in plain sight
Showering those who listen
with mighty and terrible undead insight,
The things I hear erode the night
chipping away my helpless state.
The gas turns up, all I can do is watch...
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