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The Rubber Room (Cuz I ain't crazy!)
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The Rubber Room (Cuz I ain't crazy!) |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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The Rubber Room Well, I've tried on it, it just don't fit... This one size suits all, straight-jacket society. I've tried to conform, just to meet the "norm", A challeng in itself to my sobriety. I've spilled my guts just to be called "nuts" By eighty dollar-an-hour quiet clowns, Who just stare me funny, like I owe them money... No smiles, no tears, no smirks, no frowns. Whatever I say or do, it's catch 22, I've already been branded... Treating my truths as sadness, my lies as madness, I'll ever be reprimanded. They show me splotched ink, ask me what I think... I tell them I don't think abstractly. But they twist each word, to make me sound absurd - Prick at my weak points so exactly. Till every voice fades, as blackness invades, Across my temples, violently pulsating... As the silent rage slowly comes of age, And I can no longer give into the grating. It's what they've pushed for, so I let it soar... The hate, the anger, the rage, but then... Restraints, an injection - goodbye recollection, I wake up in the rubber room again. Michael Anderson  [This message has been edited by Michael (03-21-2012 02:14 PM).] |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
The [rolling] series...  Some of us go into these rooms in so many varied and different ways m'friend... and it connectively binds us all.  |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I think each and every one of us has been in our own private rubber room far more times than we like to let on. This was crazy, so crazy it made absolute sense, Michael. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
They stopped putting me in rubber rooms . . . now they're Kevlar. Don't know what they're thinking. Enjoyed the bounce-around, my friend. j. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
It has occured to me that sometimes the questioners are crazier than the questionees. Ida |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
They show me splotched ink, ask me what I think... I tell them I don't think abstractly. Oh, but how you do think! *S* I love this, dear friend... in part because of the great rhyme... but even more because my sessions with the funny stares have led to exactly one instance where I didn't feel all efforts were a total waste of time and money I couldn't afford to waste. Gripping, superb write!! The title made me smile because we often use the term in jest... but the truths are too sad to be funny. |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"I've spilled my guts just to be called "nuts" By eighty dollar-an-hour quiet clowns, Who just stare me funny, like I owe them money... No smiles, no tears, no smirks, no frowns."  There coming to take you away! LOL... You are an immensely talented writer, maybe thinker first, then writer. Enjoyed, my friend! JL  Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
Crazy like a fox.  Just be the best 'you' that you can be; those that don't like it, don't matter. |
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