Should I kill myself
Or should I go get a job
In a factory
Where supposedly
Nothing will ever be
New to me?
I've been thinking about
Cutting off my hair
Quitting my job
And ceasing to care
But there's always
So many little things
That always seem to jumble my
Intestines
And I'm always
Wondering
Oh, I am always wondering
Do I need the help
Of a learned psychologist
To tell me that my life
Is a complete mess?
But no I always answer
Confusion breeds character
And character helps me to believe
In confusion
I'm always wondering
Well, who am I anyway
And I usually say
That's a stupid question
That's who you are
You're stupid