Socioexonomics

 Psychopath

That is what he called me

Some help

I hold on to the memory
Of what reaching out achieves

Labels

So

I embraced the label
Seeing your lines

Crossing them

Revelling in my perversity

“No ounce of normal human feeling”

But of course
I’m not a normal human am I

I am a Dervish at a waltz
The bolt of lightening
On a clear day

The loud introvert

I am chaos
In your ordered world

Old school punk
In a Pro Tools studio

So yes

Psychopath

Consider yourself told

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