New Controllers on the Psych Ward

They want surveillance
They want choke
They want a hand around your neck
A finger down your throat
They want to know if you know
That they are watching you
That they
Know better

They are the controllers
Who have been told
That to know what is going on
Will make everything better
Because they believe
They know the best way to do things
They have been promoted you know
They believe that all things run better their way
They are the decay
Of trust and experience
Of intuition and care
They, the poisonous shaft wedged between our shoulder blades
Will not acknowledge
The one truth
That will make us all better
They are sick
They are so sick and hurt
That they can’t see when they project it out
And onto
Other people
Because they want other people
To be sick
Just like them.