Sickness

There's more to just being sick
Than a cough in your throat
A tickle in your nose
And a jumping sensation in your stomach

It's the total bloody feeling g
Of losing all control
Being out of your element
And trying to find a damn doctor that speaks just the slightest hint of English

This is harder than it sounds
And then when you do find one
You discover
That she tells you that

You have the flu and bronchitis
Because these are the only two words
She can remember how to say in English
So much for doctors

Pills are subscribed
And you feel like a drug addict with your
Plastic pouches of God-knows-what
But you're in Korea, so what can you do?

Yes, I Went There.

Judge Judy knows justice
Judge Judy also knows
How to make me feel better
About my life situation

Who's with me there?
Oh come on.
You know you can't resist
Watching the slumlords

Swindle the morons
Out of their hard-earned dope cash
And live to tell about it
On national TV.

But there is more to justice, I fear,
Than morons
Making fools of themselves
In front of ten million viewers.

Identity crisis of EPIC proportions

It was a disaster
My milk is two days old
And I knew no one

I walked back to my car alone
To drive back to my house
That I rent from the guy who was supposed to show up

That sounds different than the way it is supposed to
I’m not involved
With anyone in any way

I loved listening to stories from staff
Meeting people I haven’t met before
Still I couldn’t shake the feeling that I wasn’t supposed to be there

I don’t belong
To anyone
Not even myself