In your office, Roswell.

Hey. It's me again.

Twiddling thumbs in your office.

I think, it's clear again,

I cannot shake off all of this.

 

I recognize this bag of flesh,

It's even been given a name. 

Call it schizotypal if you will,

but  it's driving me insane. 

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