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The Psychiatrists Song

PSYCHIATRISTS’ SONG

Let us join in song of praise for all psychosis 
It’s the leverage that gives us a good living
With a fragment here of mania or neurosis
That we bevel, hone removing all misgiving

Let it not be said we’re derelict in reason
For committing someone to an institution
For of syndromes we’ve a bountiful accretion
We have voted for and passed by resolution 

So take care not to accuse us of a crime
As we relegate to sinkhole a sad creature
For your words betray a sickness we define
You are suffering from illusion - that’s a feature


Submitted for 8 word challenge contest
Words:
psychosis 
leverage
fragment
bevel
derelict
resolution
sinkhole
illusion

3 June 2019

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Richard Lamoureux

Date: 6/10/2019 10:09:00 AM

I appreciate intelligent poetry and this certainly meets the criteria.

Geoffrey Brewer
Date: 6/14/2019 3:33:00 AM

Your comment is much appreciated, Richard.

Geoffrey Brewer

Date: 6/6/2019 8:44:00 PM

Jan, I very much appreciate this and all your many comments on my poems; they give great encouragement. I pray that you never get in the hands of those of which I speak in this dark poem Bless you.

Jan Allison

Date: 6/6/2019 5:51:00 AM

gosh this is quite chilling and dark Geoffrey you wove the words in brilliantly. Hope I never ever end up in a place like that:-( hugs jan xx

Geoffrey Brewer
Date: 6/6/2019 8:58:00 PM

Jan, some multiple finger trouble here! I certainly have NOT blocked your comments.

Geoffrey Brewer
Date: 6/6/2019 8:53:00 PM

Geoffrey Brewer Date: 6/6/2019 8:44:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry Jan, I very much appreciate this and all your many comments on my poems; they give great encouragement. I pray that you never get in the hands of those of which I speak in this dark poem Bless you.