I'D Like To Go And Live In A Madhouse For An Undefined Amount Of Time To See If I Really Took To It, Or If My Image Of It Was Completely Unrealistic And I'D Have To Leave Poem by Gary Diamond

Above all else
The lessons I learned
Are probably not much more insightful
Than anyone else
(Un) lucky enough
To have walked upon this earth.

The strange thing is though
I seem to empathise more
With the old man on his deathbed
Wisdom and stories aplenty
Than anyone of my age.
You could say
I'm too old for my shoes.

I tiptoe around social graces
I keep my mouth shut for the most part.
I keep my nose clean now as cocaine
Is just far too expensive for day to day use.
Weed is out, too hard to source.
Sticking to the poisonous sauce.

I find it better in bed
With the darkness around me
All the machines
In the house
Switched off
Alone
Maybe a beer or two on the window ledge
It's good to have the choice.

The way of the shut in.
I'd follow it to the letter as
An experiment
If I didn't have to work 35 hours a week
Just to buy the ability
To have any kind of place to live.

I thought about trying to get committed once.
The thought is still appealing.
Lots of drugs to kill off the emotions
No responsibilities
No obligation to do anything
Trained professionals to
Listen to the little malices
And quirks
That have made you a madman
Or just a crackpot or moron.