I've got a theory
You see I think
The people we think
Are insane,
Are really just less
Tolerant of social poison.
The people we call
Well adjusted just
Means there's more poison
In our veins than theirs.
Then we wonder why
We get heart attacks,
Cancer, and die…
Of so many things.
They are the lies
We imbibe from
The poisonous ideas
Our sick society
Spews about,
Made manifest…
I'm not beautiful
She thinks,
She believes,
Below her conscious waking thought,
And cancer eats away the symbol
Of it,
Her breast is then chopped off…
But hey,
She's sane,
And we still make fun of and pity
The street people while
They continue their schizophrenic
Conversation about,
“Yeah that's messed up man.”
To the air, and a reality
Only they can see.
Who is sane and who is not
Is absurd…
This world we have made
From a series of choices
Off the backs of those who died for ideals
We waste their blood, sacrifice and sweat
With the modern path of least resistance…
So we continue to get sick
And some get out of the rat race
And try not spread the plague
Of poisonous thoughts…
Think twice before we make fun
Of those we think
Can't handle the real
World…
What is real, isn't necessarily
Healthy or loving,
But habit.
Our habit has become
To eat, drink and live
In poison,
And call it sanity.
