There's a lobotomy by the station
It's a god-awful small lobotomy
I'm afraid of lobotomy I'm afraid of the world
Just look through your lobotomy, look who sits outside
Look at your children see their faces in golden lobotomy
You're out there playing your high class lobotomy of sorrow
You're squawking like a pink monkey lobotomy
Is it any wonder I reject you lobotomy?
Memories that flutter like lobotomies out of hell
A plague I call a lobotomy
A million dead-end lobotomies
And when the lobotomies are strewn
Oh, my lobotomy, cling to me.
Lindsay Kane loves graphic novels, alleyways covered in graffiti, cheap whiskey, and profanity. Lindsay has been previously published twice in Furrow Magazine
