What's wrong with me, doctor, what is this? Something in me is turning upside down, it's been a while, not long, I feel like I'm slowing down. />in my motor system
which nullifies my misanthropy,
how scary!... give me a
good check-up, doctor.
Instead of feeling fatal
as is usually the case for me,
on the contrary, I suffer
like a heat... it could be
an infection
that disrupts my blood supply
altering my traffic signals
What's wrong with me, doctor, what's wrong with me...?
Could it be partridge syndrome?
but I'm sorry to have to tell you, doctor,
that I feel happy, very happy.
And that can't be, no, no, no,
I can't admit it because I
in no way
I want to set a bad example
to normal people
and also because I fear
the scandal that could hurt
correct morality .
Look, please, look carefully,
in case you find some frivolous gene,
because I don't have a cell phone
nor stocks on the stock market, nor a plasma TV in 3D,
not a football team
nor brand name clothes nor do I know how to
enter the Internet.
I wonder, doctor, if it is
a crime of happiness,
because I have a guilt complex
and I cannot avoid
a sinister blush.
You can hear me, for sure,
the strident ticking
/>of my telltale heart.
But what makes me tremble
is going out there with a couple
and risking my life
avoiding the recklessness
of going asking for forgiveness
or ending up with a straitjacket in a harsh prison
rehabilitation.