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.
Well that sure was a walk on the wild side. I do not care for the “tho” (you used it in your other poem as well ) Call me old fashioned. :/ 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 felt the last line here was too cumbersome reading. perhaps make another line see below He stares hard into my eyes And then says that We’ll play a game To see if, I’m (being) awkward maybe ditch the being to keep the flow? or… Read more »