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Slight Of Pen
Overdose on Happiness

What a happy day I am having
It started with freedom
I tricked them
They tried to stop me
I waved goodbye to my padded room
And my normal drugs, brainwash drugs
White coats turned red, I gave them drugs
They danced for me, I danced with them
I cleaned their heads for the angels
I ate food, a hot dog
I kicked a child
I grew happier
I saw police, my brain jumped
I stole a car, I smashed police
I got a gun
I grew happier, I listened to radios
I went to the mall, I shot people
I grew happier
I ran fast
I went to the bank
My friends gave me money, my bloody puppets
But first I controlled them with bullets
I grew happier
I fell through the floor
I grabbed space
My brain gave birth
I slapped the bitch life
I consider my happiness
I jumped from a building
As I grew happier
The ground grew closer
It was the happiest day of my death