Asylum Scribe  -  - -- for the It's a Knockout Comp(final)

 
I write because it protects me
I write because it saves me
From ever being just me
It puts me in a rubber room
It puts me in a straight jacket
It keeps me locked in an asylum
I am encouraged or forced to write
Sometimes I labour and toil
To produce anything of quality
Sometimes it spews on the page
No real effort, no real editing
I write behind the mask
It literally protects me from you
More so it protects you from me
In theory I am relatively safe

It allows me to unburden myself
The asylum is, in the main, dank
I am enveloped in deep darkness
I want the orgasmic thrill of the kill
I am encouraged or forced to write
My pen goes bump in the night
My writing becomes dark and dreary
I write to intentionally hurt and disturb
All my evil thoughts come out to play
As do my demons past and present
They spit vile ink on my blank pages
I am such a dangerous man to know
Capable of such unspeakable things
Instead of acting out; I write it out
In theory you are relatively safe

It’s not always dank and dark
I observe my asylum carefully
It is full of crazy, mad people
And not being politically correct
Most of them are funny, laughable
They are unintentionally comedic
I am encouraged or forced to write
My writing becomes whimsical
It becomes lightness of foot
The words gaily dance around
Instead of pointing and laughing
With palatable nonsense I write it out
In theory they are relatively safe

The asylum is a place of occasional light
There are times in the day, sunshine dependant
Where the sun streaks through the stained glass
It flickers and strobes almost discoesque
I can feel the warmth of its colours
Lay over me like a patchwork quilt
I am encouraged or forced to write
It brightens my mood and I can see
My writing becomes positive and concise
It becomes uplifting, it almost shines
These periods of light are few and far between
‘Make hay while the sun shines.’
Has a definite significance here
I have little time to cogitate
With great speed I write it out
In theory everyone is relatively safe

As with most asylums
The staff are cruel and unusual
Not averse to violence and torture
To all other patients except me
I am encouraged or forced to write
You would think that I would be thankful
But it gives me nothing but rage
A constant reminder of man’s inhumanity
And how much I hate my species
My writing becomes full of ire
My writing takes no prisoners
Those in power get my full wrath
Those capable of evil doing get my hate
And my hate is good and righteous
It grows daily, it cannot be bound
I do not explode or implode, I write it out
In theory none of us relatively safe

The asylum and my straight jacket
Are purely constructions of my mind
I need the selfish safety and solitude
I am encouraged or forced to write
Not only to write my poetry
But also to keep my sanity
What little sanity I have left
I write because it’s therapeutic
I write because it’s Cathartic
I write to protect me
I write to protect you
I write to protect them
They say the pen is mightier than the sword
Oh If you could see me work my claymore
You just wouldn’t agree and drop your pen
Better a writer in a straight jacket
Than a madman on the lose
Safety should not be an issue