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Poem Details
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| Title: | The clinic |
| Author: | Reza |
| Date Submitted: | 12/10/2005 |
| Poem: |
My hands usually have Lead pencils to use With rubbers 2 Erase the blues Write a note, I will, then watch it disappear. Cricket is a boring game Until the last hour when it starts to get all quick and exciting. And then the medicine bell rings Will you swallow? Will you eat? Yoghurt and apples and plain sugar biscuits Are your other option In a cell with worse misery. But the biscuits are nice And fruit is good for fruits U fruit But I never saw a Lead pencil for me to draw We had temporary pens to write a ransom note & Bouncy big balls and 2 string guitars Are funny, but how can we play with them productively? With great difficulty, you might think, but a practical person will know what 2 do Have U ever had boiled chicken? No way. Not in this place. Just stay out of the way. And keep your yoghurt in the back of the fridge. So no-one can C Gallop like a horse back 2 your stable Wait for feeding time and a nurse to ride your back Clean sheets are a blessing and Administrators have big hearts And everyone else in the pig pen is a pig! What did U expect, stupid? Back on the farm My hands have Lead pencils to use once again With rubbers 2 Erase the blues once again Write a note 2 the generic food for the last time, then watch it disappear…... |