Alive and Sane

I feel dizzy from stumbling offa the new
four decades of mickey mouse bullshit
slavery ride. Damn the one whose heel
I slipped scratched and bruised from;
I know I should appreciate being alive
and sane. Trauma is a fine thing. Something
in me says no more questions about what I
deserve. There is no room for the lambs or
the fools. Help us all when either becomes
rabid and finally focused.