Treasure Island

David McLansky

(5/24/1944 / New York City)

Admitting


Here you have Anna Blair,
22, blond and fair,
Over-dosed on Demerol;
Says she tried to end it all;
Junky, boozer, prostitute,
High school drop out, destitute;
Slashed her wrists at 17;
Doctor ordered Thorazine;
Parents from an Upstate town,
Dead or fled, not around;
Stays a week if we find a bed;
Clean her up, see she's fed;
Discharge her with two months meds;
Readmit until she's dead.

Submitted: Friday, January 18, 2013
Edited: Saturday, October 05, 2013

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  • John Raubenheimer (12/15/2013 9:38:00 AM)

    I've known a few Anna Blair's, David. Maybe its because of that, or maybe it's because it's been such an emotional week for us South Africans, or maybe it's the truth you've expressed so economically and with such skill, but I shed a few tears over this one. (Report) Reply

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