| General Poetry posted March 17, 2008 | Chapters: |
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Frank Harman was not accepting visitors today.
A chapter in the book Spit, Gum and Shoe Laces
Institutional Warfare
by Blue-Stubby
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He took my laces and my hat,
said I was crazier than a shithouse rat. I bit off my finger and spit it in his eye, swearing that he would surely die. I then broke free and scratched his face while the orderlies quickly sprayed me with mace. The doc filled another syringe with dope and told those two to grab some rope. They hog tied me and left me bare in nothing but my underwear. The drugs will wear off pretty soon and I'll kill those bastards with my spoon. |
We didnt visit Uncle Harman that day. The doctor came down and let my mother know that her brother was having an episode. It really was our fault since my mother scheduled the annual visit at four in the afternoon and the staff had not caught the error. Uncle Harman had to miss the Lawrence Welk show and that was unacceptable.
In retrospect, as a child, I had often thought that these trips were cruel interruptions of a tortured soul. My mother was trying to stave off some sort of guilt. He never spoke to any of us. The crusty mental patient just sat in his chair, drooling and continually tapping his feet on the floor.
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and 2 member cents. In retrospect, as a child, I had often thought that these trips were cruel interruptions of a tortured soul. My mother was trying to stave off some sort of guilt. He never spoke to any of us. The crusty mental patient just sat in his chair, drooling and continually tapping his feet on the floor.
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