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Mental Health Victims
In Pyjamas creased like discarded paper
Shuffling aimlessly on flaccid feet
Come the fresh patients to the Psychiatry machine
Eyes stare into space in obscure realms of fantasy
With word salad chatter so wayward and bewildered
For morning medication they agitatedly wait
Chlorpromazine drugged psychotics limbs tremoring like jelly
Heads full of voices torturous ...
Friday 11th October 2013 1:15 am
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