Muzzle blast cackles and Molotov cocktails, Storefronts in blazes and ambulance sirens, News choppers circling high overhead, These are irrational, angry things. Stomping on backs of some lost, lonely kittens, Unloading bullets on women and children, Giving some hobo a knife in the ribs, These are irrational, angry things. When the boss shouts, When the bank calls, When I'm feeling sad, I'll simply act out on how poorly I feel, And I won't feel so bad. Strolling long-legged past downtown skyscrapers, Name's in the radio and all the newspapers. Bodies in heaps and blood running in streams, These are irrational, angry things. When the cops come, When the judge's done, They'll declare me mad. They'll wheel me away to my padded cell, And I won't feel so bad. |
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![]() I sprang out of bed in a panic. It took all of what little presence of mind I had left to keep from screaming. And even as I caught my breath, the last words I heard before waking up echoed in my ears. "That light socket is wired into God. If I stick my finger in that socket, I'll go straight to heaven." I lay back down. I wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight, I was sure of it. The bare socket hung in the ceiling, fixing me with its disapproving one-eyed stare. Clara has been hounding me to put a light bulb in that socket. I guess I should have done as she asked. "What, you don't have the guts?" the socket goaded in a tone that was equal parts drill sergeant and schoolyard bully. "Do it, pansy!" "Do it," it said again, this time in a motherly voice. "Don't ya wanna go to heaven?" said the bully. "Things will be better," said the matron. "C'mon, slugger," said another voice in a Boston accent that was too slick to be trusted. Noise, static filled my ears. In it was a multitude of voices -- the chatter of crowded subway platforms and shopping malls, the whispered murmurs in library carrels. All of them came together like cellphone crosstalk, signals crossed in transmission. None made any sense yet all said the same thing. I knew what they wanted. They wanted me to electrocute myself. See What Happens Next
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