Disintegrated Man

I don’t know what to think anymore Disinformation I’m not sure what I am anymore Disintegration I now understand Picasso The shards of a person, a flaw in a plan A crack from the top to bottom I’m a disintegrated man I’m not sure what to do anymore Procrastination I don’t feel anything anymore Passive aggression I now understand one my friend His dark sarcasm, and fear of death Even 3 pints of beer every evening Like they used to, don’t help me relax I don’t know which pill to take! Red or blue. They both are fake. I don’t trust the man in the white lab coat…