Michael Micmac Mccrory

Rookie - 11 Points (25/01/1954 / Belfast N, Ireland)

'Practising My Art' - Poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory

What is it?
What do you want?
Where are you taking me?
When did I get here?

How do I know your white coats are for real?
Am I real?

What did you say?
Your taking me to the nut house
What type of nuts?
I think I may be allergic to nuts

A home for mentals
For madmen like me you say
Your treatment is making me mad

Why am I wearing a white jacket?
I don’t like white
Blue suits me
Have you got it in blue?

Why am I here?
You said I was talking to myself
Why yes that is what I do@
I’m in the theatre you know
I’m a ventriloquist

They came to take me away
For practising my art
The whole world is going mad
I’m the sane one

Sitting with my hand
Up the backside
Of a talking piece of wood
Yes I’m the sane one

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 30, 2011


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