Don’t let the psychos in.

Don’t let them creep in through your white picket fences.

Breathe in.

And remember: shut the gate, take out your garbage on Tuesdays, forget the people that you used to know, forget the person you used to be, don’t forget to feed your dog, remember to eat your greens, always wear a seatbelt, life in the highest tax bracket is so hard. do you feel unwanted, unfulfilled, useless – maybe you need a new ultra-replenishing ultra-revitalizing skin cream. if you don’t remember your dreams anymore it’s okay because it’s safe in here, safe from the psychos.

And remember: stand up straight, don’t swim on a full stomach, place your knife and fork in the center of your place when you finish, don’t forget your daily dosage of valium, it’s safe behind these picket fences, close the doors, you used to laugh, don’t let the psychos in, no need to be happy when you’ve got stability, don’t visit the valley it’s full of deviants, and crazies and psychos, keep on going, all you can do, mass produce, don’t put your elbows on the dinner table, lock all the doors and windows, block out all psychos - all of them, seize the day, make the most of your life, try a new thing every day – or year, stay married for the kids, white picket fences don’t let in psychos, they can’t, they just can’t because we know that if we make the bed, floss, pay our taxes, respect our mothers and fathers, lock the doors, lock them out, then they can’t come in.

Can they?

Breathe out (if you remember how).

Heather Corkhill 2000