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White-coats beware
Who gets to decide, which is ill, or well?
Make with the chloroform, its starting to swell.
Who gets to be, the referee?
The educated idiot, with the degree?
Being chased by white-coats, is a thing of the past'
Beware of white-coats, they run pretty fast!
After a poke and a prod, I was labeled unstable.
Were they hoping for, a slab on the table?
Oh, these restraints..., are for my own good?
Because I'm not acting, like you think I should.
Dr. please, take a closer look.
This fever of mine, I caught from the cook!
Call off the nurse, no more sedatives please!!.
It's all misunderstood!!! I'll be good!! I'll be good!!
The sickest part Is this;
A thought I must shrug.
How many there were,
Made zombies of...
That could've been cured,
With only a HUG.
Dedicated To; OutLaw
Uncle FRY
Rest In Peace Brother
Make with the chloroform, its starting to swell.
Who gets to be, the referee?
The educated idiot, with the degree?
Being chased by white-coats, is a thing of the past'
Beware of white-coats, they run pretty fast!
After a poke and a prod, I was labeled unstable.
Were they hoping for, a slab on the table?
Oh, these restraints..., are for my own good?
Because I'm not acting, like you think I should.
Dr. please, take a closer look.
This fever of mine, I caught from the cook!
Call off the nurse, no more sedatives please!!.
It's all misunderstood!!! I'll be good!! I'll be good!!
The sickest part Is this;
A thought I must shrug.
How many there were,
Made zombies of...
That could've been cured,
With only a HUG.
Dedicated To; OutLaw
Uncle FRY
Rest In Peace Brother
Published 11th Dec 2013
| Edited 20th Sep 2022
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12th Dec 2013 8:29pm
Cured with a Hug. You so right about that one.
So much for Modern Psychology
So much for Modern Psychology
13th Dec 2013 9:30pm
"The sickest par is this; the thought I must shrug.
How many, were their, made zombies of…
That could have been cured with a hug."
I love your last 3 lines the most. They speak the truth which is something we need a little more of these days! Nice work :)
How many, were their, made zombies of…
That could have been cured with a hug."
I love your last 3 lines the most. They speak the truth which is something we need a little more of these days! Nice work :)
16th Dec 2013 1:00am
7th Jan 2014 2:42am
26th Jan 2014 3:29pm
damn you were right i like this it's pretty sick you should go check my last poem all of you should it's for the poets of today
31st Oct 2014 1:29am
Trial and error, drilling holes in the skull to release the the bad spirits says so. Enjoyed the read.
