Zombie

This is such a coop. If you complain

or struggle, the doctors increase

your medication. I don’t wish to become

a zombie again, now I have my mind

back. I only wish my guardians

would be more pro-active in getting me

released. What has happened to them,

it’s like they’ve fallen off the face

of the earth. Without their help,

I’m going to be incarcerated here

for eternity. The food makes me vomit,

everything is filthy dirty, the other patients

are all raving bonkers and hate me.

The psychiatrists toy with me,

and speak in hushed voices,

like I’m a fragile doll. Someone please

come and rescue me. Something big

must be happening in the wide world

for my family and guardians to so

neglect me.

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