5 subjects

i just woke up
from years of sleep
i slumbered so deep
i felt the midnight creep

the self is at loss
he thinks he is the boss
but the unconcious is lost
in the powder room on John

the ladies go to barrel
they laugh in the mirror like it's sterile
they curse their mates
but cure they're dates

slipping into nothingness
to be the best
can you comprehend?
when this is the end

bugs flying through my head
form illusions in the frontal lobe
pet themselves in your cortex
implant themselves in your dreams

5 subjects we need to see
for now i think, we'll let them be