Okay...I admit it..I'm resorting to cruddy poetry because I'm busy and lazy right now...I'm going to try to be productive at some point soon!

SECRETS OF A MANIC QUEEN

I learned to play hearts in the psych ward
But only after I suffered the initiation
My student nurse crispy whites required
A bald schizophrenic tagged me correctly as new meat
Accused me of wanting to castrate him since birth
Then threw a ceramic ash tray across the room
Skipping it across the black and white checked floor like he was playing hopscotch
The spinning disc landed beside a woman exhibiting tardive dyskinesia who was licking her face
She stopped for a moment startled then gradually melted into a series of tics
I responded to the accusation with a hearty "I do not!"
"I've seen enough balls this month to last a lifetime!"
(just completed my rotation in urology, thank you very much)
The bald one satisfied slumped away caressing his jewels and demanding a smoke.
A manic depressive to my left beamed and expansively shared with me
That he was the queen of England and taught me to play hearts

by Sheryl McCurdy

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