ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

I see a man

Who makes me lay on his couch

He pushes needles in me

Until I say ouch!

He stares hard into my eyes

And then says that

We’ll play a game

To see if, I’m being awkward or maybe insane.

I answer all his questions

In the way I think best

And tho’ he calls it a game

I actually know it’s a test.

He always gets really angry

His face becomes very red

Because he says he has trouble

Seeing inside my head.

It’s not a problem to me

In fact it makes quite a change

From my room where my roommate

Always acts rather strange.

He says he knows he’s a hoover

Goes round sucking up dust

I’ve asked him to stop

But he says that he must.

Pushes his fingers in sockets

And gets great surges of pain

He’s never put off

And does it time and again.

They slow my thoughts with injections

Plus the pills that they test

I used to feel full of life

But now I’ve so little zest.

So when I next see the doctor

To discuss the pain in my brain

I just might pluck up courage

And loudly complain.