Before I see you, your voice it grates,
and it shatters the night,
you sound disturbed and mentally unbalanced,
and nothing seems right,
and then, I spot you on the street,
and your eyes are bulging,
and they would give anyone a fright,
for you are on amphetamines,
and it is easy to tell as well,
for that is your pleasure,
but mine is crossing the street to somewhere quiet,
and from the look on your face,
somewhere quiet is far better for me,
better for me than racing around out of your mind,
and not making any sense,
and displaying such unheavenly facial contortions,
and sights,
that are bound to give everyone a fright.