Object

Picture this. A story of misinterpretation
with the rotten smell of Cheese.

So a man he walked into the station.
He sat down and stared at the sea.
He was a little stirred and shaken.
Yes it was definitely a case of L.S.D.
And he assumed to have made a gesture
of which he did not recall
and all the people were staring.

What had he done?
What he had done.

Think, think, lost and his skin
curled up with pale white fear
reaching for security.
Not there,
he's trapped in this sphere of negative perception
was created by the eyes
of the ones who stared
and now this object of filth is the pig.
And the pig is what they thought
because he thought and he was
stretching his hands through the air.
Done he had what.

And yes, the train it pulled into the station
and everyone came out to see
and as whispers went out around him
and it was taking all the air
and he couldn't breathe
and all the people they danced around him
laughing and calling him pig pig pig
with all the pointing and chanting
the pointing and chanting
the pointing through all this confusion
I lost my way.

Well now this thought that I thought,
the thought that I thought's a small one,
and it ended his life, it ended his life a mess.
Through madness there came convulsions.
Invading insanity my brain.
My bones and teeth are shattering.

What had he done?
Done he had what.