Something woke me up this morning, it was the sound of metal
hitting metal. Hard. Sharp. Loud.
I stood up only to find out that the Cling Clang was coming
from my very own head.

Had that distinct feeling yesterday at work, cling-clanging
all around me, zig-zaging, way up ahead and away. Yes sir!
Right away sir! And would you be so kind???

Coffee doesn't help anymore, stopped a long time ago...
Can't get rid of the habit though... It's just the way it
goes, through and out, through and inside, hot and hot and
way-to-go sir.

Here comes the messenger boy delivering me another early
edition... I swear to god he's laughing at my expense every
goddamn moment of his existence. What a coward not showing
your face, come here so I can SMACK some SENSE into your
head! I don't need a bunch of repeated, well known, easy to
comprehend news... That's a part of the real world and I'll
subscribe whenever the-bloody-hell I'd like to...(well, I
guess it'll be when I get out).

And you, someday I'll wish you too. And maybe, just maybe,
someday I'll win you too. I sure hope that someday I'll win
me.

Truly! I don't know how I got here. I just remember taking
the long road that leads me out to where all you normal
people live. I'm the one taking the trash out, trying to
find some garbage to recycle.

I don't recall sanity, and you know? Maybe when it'll stop
making sense to me, I'll remember it all...

Meanwhile I'm just enjoying the view.

                    thanks 2 Naomi for the inspiration