What Did I Kill Back There?Who says a mind is different Than its been or ever cared to beWhen its highContorted like a paper clip Bending oddities serving the utmost purposeBut its far from any familiar pain of orderLike a fractured rubber boneIts only angst is in the let(come)downNormalcy has long since Whipped back to sufferingPlease hold onto this amazementRubber stamp the ticket againFor the return tripA mother waves Goodbye to a busAnd a child insideSnickers and chides at whatMother doesnt knowAs she goes home and irons uniformsLittle Timmys recesses speak ofBeing drug enhanced and pompous