Imbalance and Deprivation

There is a place in my gray spongey mind
that pulsates with rage.
There is a place reserved
for horror and discomfert.

It holds all the slights of reality
and bottles them up with packaged materiality.
There they stay, until at last they unravel
into a pool of substance abuse and murder.

Remaining subjugated, and repressed
as they should stay.
Forever lining the inner functions
that walk me in and out of institution.

The merry-go-round continues
till it races into oblivion.
And I
Stay on for the ride.

I grip and hold tight
to the neck of the generic,
common, general scum
that plagues the computer

lab.