LOONEY BIN

Got mouthy in work
I told all what I think of them
Fatal mistake I was a mental jerk
Becoming obnoxious I went berserk

My employer could have fired me on the spot
Why did I say the Boss’s Wife was a Thot

HR said I could go to the hospital for help
So I agreed to enter the Local Looney Bin
Pay for my work related verbal sin

They put me on a special med
Said it would calm my head

I talked to the head shrink
He was scary and my spirit he did sink
Doc told me to get control
Do you want to lose your soul

I learned the mental ward was no joke
It’s a great place for the mentally broke
Listening to Tool won’t save me now
I was becoming their financial cash cow
They could med me forever
These people are state funded monetary clever

One day I saw a patient lying in his own filth
No one came
He was too far gone
One more lost mental pawn

I feared I was headed there
I better comb my hair
Start walking and talking straight
Got to get ready for my second shrink debate

So Thursday at ten
The Doctor asked me if I found Zen
I promised to stay on my meds
I will no longer write poems about the dead
I will now follow God
I will exercise and work on my bod

The good Doctor said stop drinking
Vodka and Gin
The booze is fueling your Bipolar Jinn

I fell to my knees and thanked him for my release
I told him the voices in my head have started to cease

He then said I know you are a liar
You will continue to drink
Your brain will stay on fire

He warned me if I return back to this hospital
It will be for total committal
You can continue to think you are a poetic seer
But your next hospital release won’t be for many years
I suggest you switch to lite beer

You won’t write as well
But at least you will stay out of this hell
Your battle you will win
With the Bipolar Jinn