They told my mother I was insane.
Well not exactly like that,
but it did get me a ticket to Bellview,
for thirty days of observation
and evaluations.
What do you expect?
It was the sixties and acid trips were
eighteen hours long, and I easily had
twenty under my belt,
hair down to my ass and a black
girlfriend no less to boot.
They told my mother I was mad.
Sat her down in this waiting room,
brought me in hair in knots half comatose.
Said I’d never be the son she wanted
or deserved.
Like they could know that!
Then sent me home with
two types of barbiturates to take
for my drug habit;
and I rest my case!
A contest entry
- I. LIFE by Naridill.
800 points, ended January 31, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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Simple but the message is stark and fluent. The case - typical for life in living back then and this really gives the effect of prompt nicely.
Thanks for entering,
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How true is that! One wonders who was the crazier you or the docs.
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