The Psychiatric Patient

The Psychiatric Patient Driving home from the shops I do not walk around anymore I noticed despite the winter is holding us like victimized Palestinians, a thaw, the flowers and weed by the wayside looked more erect like they were ready to let their virgin hood go - ok I know about the bloody bees, my friend the eminent poet, is deeply concerned. Clive, used to be a psychiatric nurse and always strive to be normal lest you think he had had been a patient. The beginning of spring is here new life is coming so despite Trump the man, who escaped the asylum, we will prevail.