In the White Padded Room

I’m sitting here in this room
just looking at the white padded walls
wondering how this came to be
thinking about why they have me strapped up.

I guess I deserve this treatment they’re giving me
for I know they are in fear of my sanity (or lack of)
maybe I should promise that I wont slash their throats
or better yet, I’ll do it anyways even if I do promise them.

Oh what fun I can have playing in their blood
the crimson gold that gives me so much pleasure seeing,
I can probably convince others to dance in the majestic liquid with me
And for the others who don’t join in, well their lives are forfeit.

Yea, I know why they have me here in this room
sitting while I’m contained in this straight jacket,
it’s to prevent me from having my fun
and being free from the consequences of insanity.

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2 comments so far.

1. giovanni presenza says:

   ...very good...there are times when there are moments that one feels a little insane....

2. Kim Richardson says:

   I like this poem cuz I seen that white padded room to and I like the playfulness of this poem. Well done.