Mars of AfriKa

  Operator, I’ve got this problem you see, can’t get no rest or peace or quiet because the problem is  me. So cut me open, just don’t leave me alone- and here’s a scalpel, just make sure it’s sharp and cuts to the bone.

  Operator, can you start right away? Cut out these ugly fears and feelings that just get in the way. And while you’re at it, if you’re as good as they say- cut out this piece of me that’s always fucking running away.

I’ve been to shamans, shrinks, and the rest. I’ve given AA twelve of my best, even hypnotist and   ketamine too. Operator, there must be something you can do.

  Operator, so here’s what you get, you cut me open and then do exactly as you see fit and as for worries, I make you this solemn vow- can’t stand another second living like the one I am now. 

Between you and me for what it’s worth, I will promise you the sun, the moon and the earth.   Even if it’s only half of how it should be… Operator, please cut this demon out of me.

  There must be something you can do, please, I’m begging it of you. Operator.