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Straight Jacket Situation

With a disorderly, syringe-induced slap, dark thoughts welcomed a groggy passenger to the padded wall madness Foggy-eyed from the spinal needle tap, involuntary entrance was the court-ordered cure for a mental regress It’s a downright straight-up bedlam orientation Dr. Jekyll told me it can sometimes get this way It’s another face down time’s up straight jacket situation Mr. Hyde warned me ‘bout matters tainted gray Rubbing of the jaw with the shoulder, restricted arm movement gave such an asylum alarm static touch The panic room is ticking bomb colder ... RN Ratched got a mean attitude Homeless trash don’t receive love much Straight jacket situation abnormal ... mental instability is a see-saw equilibrium equation Up and down swing moods, Prozac ride is a pit stop Emotional elevator giddy pendulum is a depressing long drop Rollercoaster shortcuts is a shrink couch sensation The head doktor tape say, the strapped patient is mentally leaning the wrong way most days Mr. Hyde heard Dr. Jekyll scrip speculate: Violent tendencies are suggested by murmuring voices in the ether gray Suicide rate don't homicide matter Victim rite of passage wander aimlessly in a green maze of numerical data It’s a straight jacket situation, the Rorschach test primal rage scale indicate cranial probes all have a bloody ink blot face Maniac be 24/7 echo vibration It’s a downright straight-up insanity correlation Dr. Jekyll told Mr. Hyde, it can oftentimes get split this way It’s another face down time’s up straight jacket situation Personality disorder is a terminally ill gray matter long stay

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Date: 12/15/2018 7:35:00 PM
"mental instability is a see-saw equilibrium equation Up and down swing moods, Prozac ride is a pit stop Emotional elevator giddy pendulum"; I can picture the situation just from these lines, alone but, your whole poem is a painting of reality for many. Why does the artist, Hieronymus Bosch come to mind? Unique.
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