Mr Warren
Mr Warren how anxious do you feel from one to ten? can I start at eleven please? here we fucking go again, yes, no, maybe, we’ll see, she’s a boil in the bag GP undercooked tasteless on the tongue, she laughed at me when I was diagnosed delusional, how dumb can the apparent educated be? so, after more than just a little crisis I ended up at The Priory, like some washed up B list celebrity, it’s simple you pay up, then the pills start to pop now let’s make this clear, they ain’t housing a higher class of ‘insane’ money talks bullshit walks but we’re all the same wherever we’re contained human trash pariahs of bad taste, the guys a nutter it’s written all over his face, my disintegration’s monitored in accordance with top-down legislation, if you don’t fit their medical mold you’re sold unknowingly into their backward Psychiatry, and it’s a nick in the lip that ain’t ever goin...
