Dear Dr. Boring Me...

Save your ‘wise’ philosophy
For someone more inclined
Who'll listen to such vanity
And bullshit of the mind

Who died and made you boring?
I envy them indeed
I think a mental suicide
Is really all You I need

When life is over-rated
Then death gets a bad name
And love is a ridiculous
Misleading kind of game

Soon irony starts killing me
Through life-sustaining air
By forcing me to breathe it in
As being everywhere

Contempt I fear is mutual
So talk?... I'd rather not
For sorrow can inspire me
But Lithium cannot