What is this for?
This life is not a game
You say we all
All tend to feel the same
The same question
Twitching in our heads
Give me reasons
Give me all the facts

Why am I to be like them
If I’m the one who stands above

All these white walls
This soft upholstery
These tough steel doors
Squeaking their poetry
All blank around
As will my mind [bad word] Joyful, blissful
When their job is done

How will it be?
Fast or slow?
Painful or not?
Optimal choice
To create
Kingdom of
Unthinking vegetables

Do it! Do it!
Lobotomy!

I’m strapped to the metal surgical bed
The doctor lays out his armament

Assistants prepare
All necessary
Orbitoclast getting
Closer to me
Putting me on 
The verge of serenity

Why am I to be like them
If I’m the one who stands above

Black look, white gown
That’s now my constant state
I’m fed, I’m fine
They change my toilet
Free food, free home
Is what I’ve always wished
Live on til my 
Ferocity Unleashed

This is my kingdom