You make me feel like I'm suffering from mad cow disease,
*Moo, motherf*cker MOO!*
I run around in circles,
Foaming at the mouth.
I cannot stand the things you put me through.
You make me feel insane,
Do this but don't do this.
Do that but do it right.
How do I know what is right for you?
I only know what is right for me!
I'm insane,
A fat nothing,
A cow suffering from insanity,
Day is night,
Tomorrow was yesterday
And today is next week.
You talk to me like I'm some sort of retarded animal,
And maybe I am,
But I still can comprehend simple english,
I am not too thick for that.
Mad cow disease has ensnared my mind,
Because you have set it there,
Because you are crazy with PMS
And I am just innocent.
December 16, 2003
Suge
*I always wanted to do a poem that had something to do with mad cow disease, and I have succeeded! Yay!