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Loony Bin
Two
Three weeks,
Five days,
Twelve hours since I’ve been sent here.
The food sucks,
all brown and mushy.
They’re afraid that if they give us real food,
we’d find a way to kill someone with it.
But most of all,
they’re afraid I’m going to find a way to kill someone with it.
The wing I stay in is cold,
dark,
dank.
but not dank as in good pot.
Okay,
I lied.
The wing I’m in is meant for teenagers.
The wing is actually bright,
and warm,
and as nice as a mental hospital can be,
it’s meant to keep us angsty crazies tamed,
but I still don’t like it.
Five days,
Twelve hours since I’ve been sent here.
The food sucks,
all brown and mushy.
They’re afraid that if they give us real food,
we’d find a way to kill someone with it.
But most of all,
they’re afraid I’m going to find a way to kill someone with it.
The wing I stay in is cold,
dark,
dank.
but not dank as in good pot.
Okay,
I lied.
The wing I’m in is meant for teenagers.
The wing is actually bright,
and warm,
and as nice as a mental hospital can be,
it’s meant to keep us angsty crazies tamed,
but I still don’t like it.
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I really suck at this style of writing...