DOING NOTHING

I don't know what
I'm taking.
I don't really care.
I don't see why
I'm asked how
I am doing when
I know no one
cares to hear what
I have to answer.

I hear a whoosh
going back
and forth in my head.
I hear vague words.
I can't make
out what the words say.
I definitely
don't hear them
telling me to die.

I don't see the
fascination
with this question:
How do you feel?
Do you feel
like killing yourself?
I'm not thinking
of dying,
suicide, what for?

I'm in a bit
of a rush
to get out of here.
I watch TV.
But I don't
feel like watching it.
Can't I leave?
I've spent hours
here doing nothing.

 

NO COMMUNICATION

I received no
communication.
It has been two
weeks since I last heard
a single peep.
Ironically,
that is when I was
given this new
medication.
I guess it works.

I only have
this tiny complaint.
I cannot stop
going number one
and number two.
Is there something
I can take for this?
I am starting
to feel like that is
all I'm good for.

I'm sitting on
the toilet seat and
my bottom's sore
as a mo-fo. Please
doc' do something.
I am starting
to think the voices
were not so bad
after all. It beats
diarrhea.

 

LITTLE THING

Why don't you make a
Sound like a bird and
I will follow you
Into the bathroom.

Hey, doctor, if you
Want a sample from me,
You've got to do this
Little thing for me.

This is wonderful.
Let me make this known:
I don't have to be
Cooperative with you.

Maybe you could let
Me go to the bank.
I could offer you
Some money and we

Could forget about
This little thing you
Have in mind for me.
Involuntary

Treatment is for the
Birds. Make a sound like
A bird and maybe
I'll try your program.

 

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