O my crimes caused much commotion
long after I was punished by the law,
and I waited, hoping a sagacious shrink
would boost in my cliché-ridden mind,
like waves lift swimmers in the ocean
and offer high rides back to the shore,
a subdued sense of functioning in sync
with the original, dynamic and kind,
but now, knowing it obliterates us fools,
this dream so illustrative of obliquity
it must be treated with chemical tools
without ever disclosing the iniquity
of how they ultimately leave us dead,
the shrinks I wish I had long ago fled.
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I’m a 50-year-old disability support pensioner and involuntary psych patient from Melbourne, Australia.
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