Dark moods, Poem, Satire

Whistle of a Fool – Song

My ego, my love, I’m still so confused
remember that night I have lost you
Los Angeles street, I think it was Vernon
I knocked on peoples doors asking about God
that night was full of love
this people were wise and soulful

Now, I know it was wrong
I know I wasn’t right
my head was spinning so wildly
cause there is no god
and there is no soul
and doctors
are treating me badly.