Infected gray matter

You annoy and employ me

Burdened with the right to do wrong

Be it small parts of my living corpse

Just a bit of bloody scar and scab

This is bad, terribly wrong

Scar anger, mania or a world of no?

Impossible and so I volunteer

A bit of thigh, ear and scalp

Slightly injured, no one can see

To calm the dreadfully wrong

I live, my friends, I live