the corners of my mind

I‘m never lonely when I write

I call for nobody tonight

I‘m never wrong I‘m never right

I always look for things to find

In the weirdly bottomed corners of my mind mind mind

In the corners of my mind?

Yes, the corners I can‘t find!

Looking for a reason why

Another rhyme was given time

And now I seldom know to shuffle

All the structures, make them double

In the deepest, dryest corners

Of my troubled own behind

Pushing time, pushing time

Like a single file line

I push the digits on the dial

and feed the piglets like a swine

feeling fine, stealing wine

No more dealing of the dimes

No more healing under squealing pictures

Porking at my rind

Working kind

Worthless child!

You will pay for papa‘s crimes

I am merely here to tell you that your agony is mine

In the teeny tiny corners of my mind

I feel deprived

And the meaning of my worries

comes alive live live

Spilling lies lies lies

hidden folders in my mind

filing documents in places that I’ll never get in time

In a bind, in a bind

on that thousand-hour grind

I go crazy when I’m locked inside my mind mind mind