The Sicko

When you run and go out of breath,
You may faint and land on my breast.
The ambulance will come and rescue the mess,
and the doctor will then pump your chest.
He will strip you naked for some test,
and give you some pills to ingest.

The operation starts and the doctor cuts you up.
You're alive again and that's all luck.
You went back home to have your rest,
out of the blue, you had a seizure attack.
You started vibrating and you head jerking,
"Tack, Tack, Tack........"
You got sent back to the hospital for another check,
the nurse gave you a hundred jabs.

The next moment you opened your eyes,
your body's toasted black,
your balls were as flat as my grandma's back.
You were so unconscious that you thought your tits were about to crack,
and tried to fix it with some glue and blue tac.
The nurses found you and thought you were on crack,
tried to calm you down and gave you several smacks.
Smack on your head, smack on your butt.
Smack them all up and make you fart.
They figured that you're a retard.
No, they're wrong, you're just too ____ from the start


Well, bangla gave me the inspiration to write this crap when he just recovered from his asthma and I continued blabbering bullshit towards the end. I see no link myself too. Well, at least this is something I love to do.

The fear of seeing your future in haze is worse than getting back your results. The problem now is not whether I would pass or fail, the problem now, is that what am I going to do even if I pass, which route would I take if I fail. The scary part of having to make a decision larger than life creeps on me seconds by seconds. I don't see what my little little CMI talents could bring me. All I could do is to dream big hoping to surpass Jay-Z. What if I make the wrong decision like all the time. It's so difficult to decipher what life brings ahead. That's life.

Life has got no direct answers. You don't have answer booklets for them. The answer is all written in our hearts in how we would live our lives. No one said getting married at 21 is wrong. No one said getting married at 50 is a mistake. See the deal? Life will be painstakingly retarded if we have our lives planned out in a book were we had to refer to everyday to see what has to be done. What if page 40 says, "Your time is up"? That, will be really fucked'up. Haha. Really, no shit. Think about it.

"The future that lies ahead of us are like pieces of puzzles we have to collect to get the full picture when we die. It's up to us how we would want the pieces to look like, how beautiful and flawless it will be and left for others. Do you want to be respected for what you did? Or do you want people to learn from your mistakes?" -lieslikedusts