Sentimental Institution Poem by Peter Borg
Sentimental Institution
I’ve seen many mental illusions, trick and antics down to the mind:
Folly attractive supposedly fast cars, fine girls on my bike and more sands in my time, a testimonial to all highs as weakness of my mind.
Frantic Fanatics out on halucents, morbid scenes of mental profusion.
Tender to my heart these scenes I’ve befriended.
My mind is set on my mental institution.
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