Bipolar Poetry

He never had a chance:

The twin miscarried

And he was born feet first;

Eczema, both arms and both legs,

From the time he was three months

until he was ten.

Testicles that refused to drop

And held him arrested

until he turned fifteen.

A mother who drank

And a father who read.

No wonder he broke down

at the age of forty-two;

Twenty-one days in the looney bin

And when he left,

He left nothing behind.