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LOVE IN THE MENTAL INSTITUTION
LOVE IN THE MENTAL INSTITUTION
Love still exists in the house made of cards
Where all the windows and doors are open
And bats fly in and out.
The madhouse boards are worn thin by the to
And fro pacing from hearing the crickets outside
Roar like lions and light bouncing off walls
She met her Fred not right in the head who
As a stranger shared her bed as the nightmarish
Room loomed larger by the hovering dead.
“Fred”, she said, “I know why I love you so”
You always look at me with one steady eye no
Matter how much the other one rotates.”
Let us pretend we are king and queen of all
Russia and that will be our delusion du jour.
Then, our clinical depression won’t be so bad.
“Fred, take your med”, yells nurse Cratchett.
She has become deluded by letting in the light
Bouncing off the wall, she is mad as birds.
