So they wired me up to see how I tick,
So many labels to prove that I’m sick.
They adjust this they adjust that,
What were they looking for in my mind?
They forced in this and they forced in that,
Then they said I was the one whose unkind.
So I take this bitter seat,
Performing temperance great feats,
The power drain begins to eat,
Everything from my head to feet.
D Nov 2016
(I’m in a bit of a foul mood but at least its inspired the first bit of poetry out of me in three years. Tomorrow is another day hey!)