Peter Bain Poems
|2.||Take Your Meds||9/22/2015|
|6.||The Strawberry Tart||9/25/2015|
|12.||The Poor Wife, The Broken Man||10/26/2015|
|14.||The Auld Fart||11/14/2015|
|15.||Half A Pie||11/20/2015|
|18.||In A Moonbeam||11/5/2016|
Take Your Meds
Tablet time, the emotional crime
Going on half past four
A compulsory task maintains the mask
Keeps him of the floor.
Follow the plan, control the man
He's surely lost his mind
Don't hesitate, just medicate
Leave confusion behind
Some have seen him, a pretty sight
Dancing a schizo jive
A stumbling, mumbling hysterical mess.
Lucky to be alive.
He's trying to be a conformist
Keeping everyone from worry
But all this chemical mayhem
Is turning his brain to slurry.
A few more years, before he's done
They might find a meds ...
Trying to go out shopping.
Having issues with my head
But I need that loaf of bread.
The shop I nearly reached
Ten feet and i was there
But I Had to run