Doctor, let us smoke before the dream,
Patients have a good dream-land.
It’s a madhouse they do mean,
But you should know the truth by hand.
Doctor, why is it happen this way
In my ball and chain state?
That the army and police - up shit creek,
And I am not allowed through the gate.
Something there is so wrong.
Roller bandages do so bleed.
Keepers try to clang a gong.
People leave apartments for the way:
Russians to Israel, to their bay.
A head-nurse sticks the drugs to the Crete.
A good singer has become a play-off,
And dogs at the snack-bar have been eaten-off.
Something there is so wrong,
So wrong.
Sluggish Schizoprenia
© Copyright: Андрей Боровков, 2017
Свидетельство о публикации №117011904545
Свидетельство о публикации №117011904545
Рецензии