Drip drop drip drop,
Watching IV fluid non-stop.
30 min bag so they say,
But I've been counting drops half the day.
Celestines on another mental rant,
Too young 2 b sectioned so a Bible chant.
She thinks she's been saved by a religious man,
Running around pulling plugs out coz she can.
Reciting Genesis word from word,
I point 2 fingers at her eyes n tell her it's absurd.
An ancient Sumerian creation myth was passed down.
From land to empire a trick the Romans turned around.
She's skinny as fuck but been put on Olanzapine,
I don't think she realises what a real mean teen really means.
She got on my tits when the shower was off,
I gave her the evil eye n told her off.
Just u wait til ur in a locked padded room with 3 other loons,
You'll be doing the Largactil shuffle pretty soon.
I'm on a locked ward in 30 degree heat,
The stench of death leaks from legs like rotting meat.
I kicked off before n ill kick off again,
They just go lardy da thinking I'm insane.
This is a mental ward with very disturbed patients,
I count myself as one when I lose my patience.
"Don't worry Rob" they lie to my face,
As doctors hide, I run n chase.
"Honestly, your benzos r coming very soon,"
Saying that all day n night all 2 the same very tune.
If u don't come equipped ur going to rattle,
Every muggy day locked up is a daily battle.
I seemed 2 hv got a monthly rotation at this HMP,
I see nurses n dox that I know, looking scared wen they jus see me.
I think I've got to that stage of my life,
My mental n physical health is gone I'm on the dive.
So I count these drips from the bag as they drip n drop,
N plug my earphones in 2 block the rot.
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