To V. C. of Melbourne Magistrates’ Court
O I must forget every sickening slight
they sent, secretively, knowing I’d twig,
and their joy, as Monarchs of the Mud,
since I, in defending everyone derided,
mounted an angel and flew into a night
comprised of cops, a shrink and the wig
who downed me, slavishly, with a thud,
but first, as most shrinks are misguided
regarding the extent of reality’s climes
and misjudge all outsiders to be broken,
from a hill on the ill side of the border,
I must pound them with facts and rhymes
until their strange humanity is awoken –
until they admit there’s room for disorder.
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I’m a 50-year-old disability support pensioner and involuntary psych patient from Melbourne, Australia.
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