Problem.

i have a problem.
i have a problem with people who complain
and with people who don't complain at all,
people who keep it bottled up inside until they explode.
i have a problem with idiots and with self-righteous idiots,
a problem with writer's block and writing accents.
i have a problem with sleeping, being afraid that
nightmares will mingle with my movie scene dreams.
and i have a problem with fantasies and i have a
damn problem with corrupted reality
with its puppetry and pollution of the innocent mind.
i have a problem with numbers, percentages, and letters.
i have a problem with brains; their colors and their easily
manipulated form.
it's play-doh in your skull.
i have a problem with perfection
and how it's subjected and unreachable.
i have a problem with those who are naïve
enough to believe in perfection.
i have a problem with you
and with me
and with reality
and with dreams, nightmares, fibs, contradiction, repetition, repetition, repe--
i have a problem.