You are so certain.

You are almost no one to me.
I have learned to tolerate you,
Your constant chatter,
Your references to things
No one in their right mind would believe.
You're the rival to my sanity
And pursuit of happiness.

It’s easy to tune you out sometimes.
I can almost certainly
Tell you I can ignore you.
You're my enemy.

It’s safe to say
Any attempt of camaraderie from you
Would be futile.

I wish you'd take leave of my mind,
But I don’t think you will.

Sit down
And write the poem.
If you
Don’t feel like it,
Then chill.
Write it when you
Feel the
Need to write it.
You could
Call it the muse
Or call
It a whore.  The
Word has
Many names.  If
Or not
It deserves some
Respect,
It’s up to you.

          Have you tried Dr. Dragon's Punch?

          It is so therapeutic.  There is nothing like it.

          Ice therapy does the trick as well.  Shots are

          More effective than pills any day of the week.

          But these bastards come in here and push

          Their pills on me.  I tell them to piss off.

          In defiance I pull down my zipper and urinate

          all the chemicals out of my system on the wall.

          Let them clean it up.  It's their job, you know.

          If they're going to lock me up against my will and

          put me on restraints in the seclusion room,

          I'm sure as hell not going to make things easy.

          They've tried to cure this mental disease ever

          Since I came out of the university.  Now I'm in my

          Mid-fifties with a useless diploma, no job, and

          These nagging voices that won't go away.

          Give me that good old Dr. Dragon's Punch.

          Give me that ice therapy.  Nothing else works.

          My roommate placed snakes on my bed.  No one