PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Does anything I write

Really have to make any sense???

To you… to me

Or towards any of the rest???



I like to think not…



You don’t hear the banter

Within these fungus filled walls

You don’t beat your skull

When you hear the unwanted calls



So if you leave me alone

I just might be nice enough to let you live

And don’t worry about me

I sort of enjoy wearing my drool soaked bib



I finally have a helmet

That’s just the right size

I finally have a mirror

To help my mind survive



Just pat me on the head

And please don’t joke

As I give myself this cheerful hug

Now from this padded room

Within this pretty white coat

Rest assured my grave has long been dug…