Mike Shank is a Silly Bitch!

Arranging patterns to resemble normalcy
Forging ties to happiness to remember when the floor sinks
Preparing a stockpile of recognition and acceptance for the times when love is dense
Preparing a table of glory and honor for moments when you find a rotten bushel of
integrity in the crisper drawer
An open heart and an open mind are detrimental to pain free living
Those who live without guilt are the same that live without forgiving
Schizoeffective elective perspective ensures an atmosphere devoid of purpose but effective
Reflective rhetoric rigs the conversation to grant a view (while warped and skewed) that appears to be respective
Corraling chords of compassion and synthasizing sereph-like symphonies
Playing them through the organ while the eager etch epiphanies 
Slipping through slides of sympathy, digging deep for due respect
Securing straps on my heart to keep it from bouncing like a bad check
Stomach full of stringent expectations, Losing my religion everytime I purge
Cruising elated between love and hatred, just waiting for the lanes to merge
Swallowing a trail mix of self-help and Immodium just to keep me sane
Rinsed in the blood of the lame, a chemical make-up of ecstacy and aspertame
Stepping lightly over love stains and jagged, bruised regret
Chewing cherry stems, family gems, and used wads of nicoret