Ya Well Fuck You Homeostasis
This here’s a ball.
This here’s a chain.
Around his ankle.
Don’t cause no pain.
Least pain he feels.
S’below his limen.
But if he could feel
These walls be climbin’.
And as you know
His feelings flow
In no direction.
See he can’t change.
This ain’t free range.
No pain engages,
No emotion rages,
Boredom displays his
Utter contempt for strange.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.