Should I Be Feeling So Good?

Nonsense, nonsense, nonsense, nonsense, nonsense, nonsense, nonsense.

Should I Be Feeling So Good?

I think I ate a chicken
Or was it my toe?
The days are crossed,
It confused my foe.

But I don't mind,
I'm glad he's blind.
It takes a long time
For him to decide.

Then again I'm not so hot,
My time can be off.
And when my body rots
My mouth will froth.
All by myself,
And you'd think that it's sad
But It's not that bad.
I just had a chicken
So I'm glad.

Then again
I'm missing a toe.
I wonder where it went,
That f*****g 'hoe'.

Oh well, I'll say,
No chance of a day.
At least I have nine soldiers
To walk the path I made.

I think I'll be alright,
If not I have all night,
To decide the day,
To ingest
All the sights I sought
And how it made me right
And wrong,

And make me realize,
That chicken was raw.
Now I see my kind foe,
Holding up a saw,
Smiling.