To My New Shrink by M.J. Hudson

A schizo still causing a commotion
long after being corrected by the law,
I, a jaded boozer, long unemployed,
after waking where madmen drown
waiting for a fair maiden of the ocean
to provide a sweet ride to the shore,
hoped you would keep me buoyed
upon a fresh image, not salt a clown
in seawater, but no, we ‘poor fools
are crazily addicted to controversy
and can’t be trusted to obey the rules’
however long we beg you for mercy
and gasp for flair, feeling constricted
in the cold vice of crimes predicted.

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