subject matter complete replete with conceit

treat yourself to a piece of mental health

for you if no one else compels like St. Elsewhere

universal healthcare sells a dream some scheme

whereas we convene to the conventional deferential treatment

as we fly by the seat of our pants lock in a trance-like state

ungrateful brats and cats who dig cool jazz spazz out

reroute the destination to the point of creation

inflate those who suppose this is chosen from

the continuum we zero in on if something is gettin' tore up

I explore beforehand to stand and comprehend extend

my regards towards the order that is supportive of progress

guesses are as good as mine as we find something alluded to

on "years of the nine" by PXO