Circuit Overload

I think I found another lump
It's underneath my arm.
It matches the one in my neck.
The doctor says it's only a gland,
but I know he's lying.
The pattern on the plastic placemat
has new little indents
and bacteria swirls
wasn't my finger on that very spot?
My therapist says "imagination"
but I know she's lying.
I'm afraid to eat the chopped liver
Joe just stuck his finger in.
I know who he's slept with:
everybody.
They say you can't get it that way
but I know they're lying.
The man phoned again at eleven
Said I'd be dead at twelve
I only have one hour left
To run across the street
and wait until it's safe
The grocer says it's just a crank
but I know he's lying
(it could be him).
I suck in radiation from the air
I can't talk to you about Chernobyl
or Sony Trinitron fallout
Can't go swimming because that woman
might have herpes
...she looks a little piqued.
So forget about those raw clams
and listen to that humming outside
Can you hear it?
The aliens are coming to examine me.
Do you think they can fix my lumps?

 

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