Some Kind of Therapy

Yo....

I've got a series of unfortunate events that are happening so simultaneously in my life, that I actually feel like Muze, why in the hell is the person narrating my life deciding to take me down this direction?

Today started as a good day. I was jammin' to Mary J's new album all the way to school.I go to find my cell phone in my purse, while listening to my Professor talk about John Mark Carr moving out of Atlanta. It was nowhere to be found. Damn. I left it at home. I felt helpless. What numbers I do know are useless to me, because those are not the numbers that I needed to dial. I went to my second class, and debated whether to go home or not. I opted to stay near campus, but I had to get food. As I'm driving I hear this clicking noise. I knew something was wrong with my tire. As I pulled into the parking space in front of the building where my last class is located I noticed a nail in my tire. Damn. The last time this happened the man at the gas station just pulled it out, and said it didn't even penetrate the tire. I attempted to remove it with my key, but decided not to. I go to class exclaiming my problem, and praying that one of the 6 or 7guys in my class knew something about tires. How they were going to help me I don't know. I go up to my Professor who is not to be played with, and tell her my problem. I told her that I needed to leave early, and asked her if I'd be penalized. She said it would be one of the 2 times I could be late before my grade would be lowered. I'm like damn. I instantly go into panic mode. I already called in this week from work, because of the whole license ordeal. I didn't have my cell phone with me. I was nervous about driving a whole hour away to work and back with a nail in my tire. I was totally not focused anymore. I did horrible on the daily quiz for my class. Fuck it is what were learning about. Marxism really, but that's how I interpret it.

I stayed in her class. She let us out early. I thanked her, and I meant it.

I made it to work and home safely with the nail in my tire. My first class got canceled for tomorrow. I'll get the tire fixed in the morning.I conclude on that tip with it being an okay day.

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RSA
..Getting snatched up
In so many ways
By the state
Getting whisked away
By force and by violence
Due to the control system
The "man" has in place

Ideology
Is a common way of thinking
Agreeing on what should be
Or shouldn't be occurring
A path that follows the leader
A way to conform..
Repressive State Apparatus
Is the real world order
In this f-ed up world

I was hemmed up
Thrown to the concrete
by.clayton.state.
I believed something different
In my thought process
I believed that I was okay
So I tried to run away
But by force and by violence
They snatched me up
To a place..
Where I was supposed to agree and nod
To be a good little patient
And ingest medications
"Designed" to make me feel better
When I should have said "Fuck it"
A combination of manic depression
...and repression
As I conform to social norms
Which are Marxed on me..
Forever........