Something to talk about

Should it ever get better than this/

Remind me of this time/ 

Where I spent countless days and nights/

Hibernating in the winter/

And activating my heart and mind/

Filled by sweet emotion/

That has stood eventually thru out my time

....

I'm better- I'm better- I best be better-

And I'm bitter about this- I don't want/

To settle for mediocre meals/

Or bottle capped wine/

Somehow I want luxuries/ I can't afford/

But everyone says in due time/

Let's get it together/

I wear Versace and Gucci/

Prada and Balenciaga/

Valentino and a rare Chanel pin/

I wear Dries Van Noten/ 

And Jean Paul Gaultier/

Christian Dior/

And Yves Saint Laurent/

Custo Barcelona/ 

And Roberto Cavalli/

And besides all that/

Most folks are concerned with what I got/

....

They probably think I have an STD/

Or I'm loose as I once was fast/

And now I'm slow and calm and patient/

But it must be my meds/

For I am a mental patient/

And receive funds from the government/

I do this all and I still have yet to move/

From my bed or from my bath/

Or move forward with fluid steps in life/

But that is a lie/

I've done many things in my time/

If you would care to use your mind/

And most think I've done nothing/

But whatever/

I'll be just ok- fine, I'll be a lit bit better/

Some more/

But remind me of this time/

When I used my imagination/

Locked behind a door/

I may be better well suited/

For things I can care less about/

But at least I am trying to outlive/

The last thing I wrote/

And give you something to talk about.