Sell the Kids

Sell the kids for food

Order the next anti-psychotic

 

 

I’m not a danger to myself

I’m not a danger to you

But you better put me away

Cos my knife is to your throat

 

 

You cut me with your DSM

My veins are blue

But my hands are read-

Y for your kiss of death.

 

Take this pill and you will feel more yourself

More than who you really are

More than who you know

More than you can believe is right.

Get ready for a fight

 

 

Get ready for some control

As they steady your ass

For the jab

The short upper-cut

 

Stare at the walls

Stripped of your emporer’s

Structural colours

De-robed, dismissed, dis-armed.

Deflowered

 

Copyright B E Saunders 2016

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