Mental Unwellness Poem by kathryn madonna

mental unwellness
so hard to define
like trying to unwind
the constraints of time
of the bind
set in the mind
of those who think they know best
but know less than the rest
too many years staring at a book
too many tears shed for not getting a look
to many nurses trying to be
the saviours of society
on a mind trip
of their own
then there are the psychiatrists
the ones that love to twist
the pharmicists that like to get paid
and probably laid
if they can buy
a lay for the night
oh for a night
in a cell dis-similar to hell
they know all the bells
they are agnostic
narscisstic
and un-true
even to them-selves
when they take their own pill
so they can sleep
and hope bo-peep
does not scare them in their sleep

(c) kathryn marion madonna
25th day of February 2009