THE STATE INSANE ASYLUM
Aged and weather tarnished
Red brick buildings obscure
Little picnic tables scattered
Among trees where strategically
Located an Administration Building
Arises with a three-story
Bell tower and white columns.
Then, focusing more sharply
Appears a convenient warehouse,
Refrigeration units from World War II, and
Several one story ranch style ward buildings
With a gymnasium singular and oddly
The State Highway is a mile away the
Area filled in by dilapidated residential
No hills. No people. No water. No funny business.
The inmates walk around and a couple of
Security cars patrol.
I was in L-Ward where inside
Was a women's ward and a men's ward.
Nurses stations abut a great white marble floor
Thirty foot ceiling hall. A T.V., a typewriter,
A refrigerator with a kitchen in back
Are accessible. You wouldn't say penitentiary or
Manufacturer; but, you would say austere
And cyclone fence and you would want
* * *
STUDENT BODY PRESIDENT
I didn't last long—
A picture of Alfred E. Newman
Slanderously imposed over my own
And an announcement over the school's
Intercom that I was being impeached
Because of grades.
The teachers weren't kind either:
1. I failed to answer simple math questions.
2. I was poor at Latin.
3. I was awkward in kickball.
4. My spelling was atrocious.
5. I failed saying pick a peck of pickled peppers.
Enemies mocked me.
A picture of a Playboy pin-up
Was plastered on the back of my jeans.
Two football players locked me
In a school locker.
They'd call me 'spasmo' or 'Mr. Wimpy'.
I couldn't dance and regularly had my pants
Taken off on the bus home.
Eventually I was made to wear a
Funny dumbo hat.
I breathed a sigh of relief
When we moved to another city
Where the oath of office became a faint memory.