One of a Kind

Are you one of a kind?
Are you naked and high?
Are you sober and shy?
Do you still cart around
that piece of shit you call a body all the time?

Are you mesmerized
by the fact that you can no longer cry?

Do you still have a brain?
And if you do, does it still think about the past?

Do you open up your sink at night, fishing out
all the people that you've washed down the drain?

And is it proof that we were there
if it's clogged with human hair?
And if it makes your gag-reflexes flair

Do you still take comfort in
the view from within a port-o-let?
And all the sounds from all around
You're safe now from the crowds
You can just sit and think

You must be sick!