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Something Fun by S. Frankenstein
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He sits behind a big oak desk,
Puffing on a pipe.
He says he’s going to help me,
Now isn’t that a fright?
For I have seen the picture
Sitting ‘innocently’ on his desk.
I wonder if his wife knows
That he likes to wear a dress?
He says he can make me happy,
As I sink deeper into my chair.
He wants to make me normal
- couldn't wait to get out of there!
He wants me to take these pills
Before dinner every night.
A week or two later,
Then everything should be alright.
The questions that he ask
Aren’t as pleasant as they can be.
“There’s no need to be offensive,”
So he keeps telling me.
“So stop asking me all those questions,
And just leave me alone!
I am not getting too damned violent!
Put down that stupid phone!”
I swear he will not be happy
Until he has me all alone,
Sitting in a padded cell,
So drugged that no-one's home.
So he left me for a moment,
An appointment next Saturday,
He brought golf clubs to the office
- I think it’s time I learned to play.
My legs aren’t too steady,
But for a few moments I can stand.
My first attempt was horrible,
But my next attempt was grand!
“It wasn’t my fault” I told him
As he put me back into my chair
I thought the window was open,
It’s really not that fair!
Seems he’s suddenly not so keen
To have me come around.
He’s sending me to see his friend,
Because suddenly he's going out of town.
I lose more psychiatrists that way.
-Ex.
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