My Voice*
Hey, what happened?
     I haven't a fecking clue.
Well, you'd better
Get a hold of it,
Before it gets a hold on you.
     I still have my mind,
     The lump came in benign,
     I'm not always blind,
     My organs aren't on line.
     I haven't been committed,
    Though I really don't know why.
     I'm not in a cell,
     Or queued heading to hell.
You haven't got a clue?
     I know what to do.
     I'll get a hold on it
     When I've got a hold on you.