Do little black spots
ever sprout on your walls?
Do they swarm and form faces,
on blank, empty spaces?
Do they giggle and laugh,
growing arms and legs,
then peel off the wall,
with a sound like cloth tearing?
Do they beat on your face
with their little black fists,
do they kick you and slap you
and give you fat lips?
They won't leave me alone!
This room fills with their giggles
as they bounce off the padded walls.
I can't defend myself in this coat,
these dumb@$$es put it onbackwords!
So I sit here and scream,
while they gouge at my eyes,
until the needle comes, 
and every one of them dies.
The young guy in white, he rolls his 
eyes, and says everyday, at about 
the same time,
"The schizophrenics are bad, man,
the manic depressives are worse, man.
But I really get chills, man,
I really hate it, man,
When the paranoia hits."
Ha Ha!

                              SM  4/20/00