Straight-Jacket

by Sean Allen   Jul 21, 2005


I heard people talking
just the other day and
despite being machines
they seemed to have
plenty to say about
my body bag.

"Bad chemicals," they claim.
They need to flush out my
transmission, I've been due
for a memory swipe,
I'm sure, since I see and
hear so much.

They say I'm confused,
that the people aren't there
when I hear them talking.
"Bad chemicals," they say,
are in my brain. I need a tune up.

Who would you trust,
those who know my secrets
or those who ask for them?
Sometimes they stop talking
and I can think on my own.
So lonely, so lonely to have thoughts
and to think on my own.
Alone, alone,
with padded walls.

They say I'm dangerous,
"bad chemicals," they say.
"Bad chemicals."

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  • 18 years ago

    by Jamie

    I know you say when i rhyme it constricts my message more or less...but i think you need to find some kind of rhyme scheme i think it's hard to read and its more of a story that dosn't make sense it's about a crazy person but what about a crazy person like after i read the poem all i was left with was "so there was a crazy guy in it" i know this is probably meant for really smart people who can shred apart a poem and look at every aspect and find what it means but i think sometimes its nice to just be blunt

  • 18 years ago

    by SuperJenius

    i loved it it left me wondering about some things though . i still liked it
    ~HazE

  • 18 years ago

    by Cory Mastrandrea

    liked this one too. Not really anything to critique about it, it was all around good

  • 18 years ago

    by Ed

    Bad chemicals indeed, great word choice. I agree with some of the other comments that could be tweaked slightly. Perhaps, usings a combination of ryhme, or a clearer central theme. I love your overall theme, but if you wnat this poem to flow, ryhme is the way to go. Good luck, and Thanks

    Peace and Farewell,

    Ed

  • 18 years ago

    by Aken Sol

    Yay! I understand this one! Well, at least, i have my own interpretations of what you're saying. Pink Floyd's "One of My Turns" and a picture of Hannibal Lecture (sp?) came to mind.

    To me, it seems to take either two pathways. One, the world totally messed up this guy and now that he's responding, they automactically say he's crazy. Or two, it's about someone who's different and only wants company, only to be taken off to a place that takes all chance of that away.

    R$R (rhyme&rhythm), you've always had your own style. I think this one is fine because, like micheal said, it adds to the messege of the poem.

    All in all, great.

    Aken Sol