Roll my eyes,
mutter some stuff,
jiggle my bellie,
then get a b12 shot.
Whistle some thunder,
then shudder and thump,
interpert this snapshot,
with a dream of your own.
Signs and symptoms, full blown,
mania, visual memory, triggers
this bipoler drug.
rapid cycling, mixed states of
dought, mood diaries filled with
power trips, and the trick, you
never leave the farm.
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How chaotic, I love it.