The Ultimit Insult

You snotty heap of rat droppings You really make me sick You have the face of a baboons arse And the intelligence of a brick You only have one brain cell And that doesn't always work Because its often unwell Multitasking to you is like a conjurers trick As a grown man you still don't want to learn to write So for Christmas, I bought you I colouring book and crayons Which brought to your small mind delight When I asked you to go to the local shop for a loaf of bread You came back with a tin of dog food and a single hens egg You were sent to see a psychologist just to be assessed You were told to never come back because you made her over-stressed I tried to abandon you outside a police station With a label tied around your neck that read no return address They brought him back to mine And the police officers wherein a total mess We sat you down in front of the TV to keep occupied And we put the Teletubbies on to stimulate your brain We were delighted when you said that you were going out But we were terrified when you said that you would come to visit us again

reefaman

I have a mental health illness and I was a inpatient in a private secure mental health hospital not because i was a danger to the public but because i myself was the only person who was in danger from me was myself and that will reflect in my poetry...

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