Looking in my mirror to determine if I'm dead

My veins pulse thick and throb so round

The cascade of pumped blood now barely contained

Pressure up! Now more than half-brained

Phantoms fade as quality rises

Adrenilin to the rescue in times of crisis

Genelogical tree could rescue me

Bananas take my time, a reward for the climb

High from my vantage point, the point on top of my head

One eagle-eye scans the horizon, soon sunburnt and dried dead

Faulty design from the genetics lab

Needed some hair or sweat glands (from what I understand?)

Pain of failure again and again

Losing the swimsuit competition for not knowing when,

To pull that suit on "Should the sign say "Women" or "Men"?

"My Insanity is well-respected, until they wiggle free and become a stringer for a tabloid"