This is a public service message for those who seek fame, and glory, and attention, but will never amount to anything. In other words, the "all of you's" of the world. Help prevent the misdiagnosis of mental illness of others by those who are truely mentally ill themselves...
A Poem:
(AHEM, AHEM)
When I Go Out Onto The Field,
Of Green Grass And Blue Sky,
And I Throw And Hit The Ball,
Until Most People Would DIE,
If The Grass Is Not Cut,
If It's All Crabby Through And Through,
It May Seem Odd To you,
The Things That I Do,
When People Stare At Me,
When Instead What They Should Have Done Is Tap,
In All Honesty,
I Don't Give A Crap,
I Walk Up And Down,
Backward And Forward,
Diagonal And Vertical,
Horizontal And So Forth,
But To Make It All Clear,
So That Even You Can Understand,
I Will Do All, That One Possibly Can,
And Explain It To All,
As I Stand Tall, Never To Fall, My Name You Will Call, As You Scream Down The Hall, Or Though A Crowded Mall, Or Trying To See Yourselves While Staring At A Wall...With your Brains That Are Oh So Small...
What I Am Really Doing Is Looking...For The MuthaPhuckin' Ball.
(AHEM, AHEM)
This Has Been A Public Service Announcement. Get yourselves Some F*cking Help. (And A Life) Cut The F*cking Grass.
