Shrunk

My first name is a random set of numbers and letters and other alphanumerics that changes hourly forever
 My last name, a thousand vowels fading down a sinkhole to a sussurus, couldn't just be John Doe or Bingo
 My address, a made up language written out in living glyphs lifted from demonic literature and religious text
 Telephone, uncovered by purveyors of the Ouija, then checked against the CBGB women's room graffiti
 My social, a sudoku
 My age is obscure
 My 'in-case-of-emergency' is in the daisies chasing birds
 Employed by trillionaires with perfect teeth and pores, and people who open doors for the people who open doors
 My medical history is a course at SUNY Buffalo
 Charlatan psychiatry and troubleshooting undertow
 Nervous in the service still
 I'm burger meat and purple pills here
 "Thank you. We'll call your name."
 Sure you will
 Skipped lunch
 
 I'm shrunk
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 You pack up all your manias
 Sitting in the waiting room
 You're dreaming of Arcadia, you're feeling like a baby tooth
 Awaiting panacea, channeling your inner Beowulf
 In Purgatory, just before you pay up to filet yourself and others
 In the name of help, coal on the conveyor belt
 In a ego death alone, no telephone from Gabriel
 I'm half a human combing over Home and Garden stoned
 Gold chains over turtlenecks, cigars over cologne
 A thousand shitty paintings wrap around a wounded animal
 Womb with the Schubert he's a future human-cannonball
 Little fuckers fighting, mother hiding in her Hulu
 I'm climbing up the stucco
 Let's get to the seppuku, uh-oh
 That pretty penny turn the prickly into Benji
 If you save up all your winnings, then you get to count your blessings
 I finally crunch the budget up and punch the button
 She called my name out and pushed me into an oven
 The fuck?
 I'm shrunk
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 She says, "I'm not your enemy"
 I said, "That sounds like something that my enemy would say"
 Instead of playing off the chemistry she said, "You're being difficult"
 I said, "I'm being guarded. You're a quarter mil in debt, I get more guidance from my barber
 Look, I'm not good at this, I grew up in a noogie fest
 You built your walls up high or say goodbye to all your Cookie Puss
 Here's one, every time my telephone buzzes I see images of hooded riders setting fire to hundreds."
 She said, "When you start getting all expressive and symbolic, it's impossible to actualize an honest diagnostic."
 I said, "When you start getting all exact and algebraic, I'm reminded it's a racket, not a rehabilitation, okay?
 Agree to disagree as grown-ups from opposing clans
 Honoring the push and pull I should have called the Scholomance
 Oh well. Preservation is a doozy
 Will you be needing another appointment?"
 "Absolutely"
 I'm shrunk