Depression is a word to describe
The desire one gets to mutate and dine
With crabfish in the bottom of the sea
To see, for once, oddballs like me.
Booksmarts never got one far
As street smarts unify the stars
Idiocy is not my book,
But carelessly-gullible becomes my look.
Thats why there is no hope left
For the lab rat who stays where shes kept.
Even here amongst the stars,
Brightly purple I blend in the dark.














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