woohoooo.

I am deluged with floods of nothing at all
a noisy brawl in a empty hall
my brain is full of shit, unwrit
but pencil and paper can't seem to hold all of it

I fall, deluded, unrooted to shame
"this bitch has gone mad!" they hiss and complain,
and I ask, "shall I deign to do the mundane?
the pain through which to moneybag my fame?"
and they boo at my corporate straight-lacey ways
I think they'd rather see stumbling through a chemical-haze.

But don't worry, I've been there, I've seen it, I 've done that.
I ain't no straight A, I'm straight C, can you cup that?