Scrubs

I went to the doctor today
He said my brain was trying to eat itself
I sucked my teeth
He said it wasn’t too late
And all it would take
Was a lobotomy
I went home, sat on
His ideas, and made the choice
First the pills
Then the syringe
Now with the pick
My eye is full of doctor
He makes his way in
And forces it out
It’s simple, really
Lobotomy
I’m happy now, see?
Went back home
Sat in a chair
Prone, hours on end
The painting never changes
The wall grins
He knows, and I
I can tell
It’s not enough
For a quarter-me
But then I remember
Now I’m happy
I’m happy