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mental destruction facility

Posted by cockeyed on May 12, 2005, at 12:09:21

LOCKED ME UP AND THROWED
AWAY THE KEY

New Year's revolution, gonna find a real
Yeah, that's right, a real solution. So
I called the doc up said I was ready to
give up. A PROGRAM! the brochure said to
bring me back to life. And ever the chump
me, I bit, and they throwed away the key.
9th floor that's where they store the spooks
the psychos, and the flukes like me who
needed a guard to take a pee. Well let's
be frank: take a piss. I don't feel at all
civil about this. Instead of hope I was in
a place of zombies and nazi's posing as
staff who'd shout and scream...I could not
believe them 'cause I've done time. On the
installment plan in the rehabilitation line.
locked up with the bad boys, muggers, buggers
and thieves. But the guards never treated
them as the nazi's treated these poor seasick
souls. They stayed away from me. Because I'm
big and nasty when I want to be. I told the
shrink in charge, that I wanted out. Screw
their game show therapy-yeah, that's what
they called "therapy" I told them I wanted
my shoes and clothes and if they didn't get
me those. I was going to ram the locked door
a damn the torpedos up there on the 9th floor
because I was desparate and not sick. I didn'
care who's butt I'd kick.
So they called in a shrink, a Dr.K who
warned me I was going AMA. I didn't give a
damn I went anyway. WARNING! THE INSURANCE
WILL NOT PAY. WARNING! YOUR OWN DOC WILL NO
LONGER SEE YOU OR GIVE YOU THE SACRED SCRIPTS
DR.k was full of bleep. He submitted a bill
for three hundred bucks. If he ever gets it
I wish him luck. What I learned in my nite
in hell, that I'm not sick tho I ain't well
because I hate those bastards and that's
my curse. I let them do that to me and I
feel worse. I feel the anger and I seethe
inside and then my heart goes off on a ride.
fibrillations of pure rage, like it's trying
to jump out of it's wire cage. I got another
life ten years ago, a bypass operation and
I can still go. Go on living and there's a
chance that this rage will lessen and I'll
join the dance of people who love the music
and the light and don't wake up cursing in
the nite.
sorry for the rant, but it's an
animal pent up. Now I get to go and find out why
my stent maybe "pinched" up. i see my cardiologist. Tell the truth I'm scared. I want
no part of hospitals, no matter what floor. Again
I apologize, but what else is this site for?


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