twenty minutes to lunch
time to toilet the psycho-geriatrics
some are wheeled to the bathroom
then transferred to a commode
some are helped
into a cubicle
one mumbles to herself
mum mum mum mum
mum mum mum mum
and leaves wet sock prints
all the way from her lounge chair
down the corridor
and into the bathroom
for her
the signal that it is toilet time
is also the signal
to wee
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Author:
Frank Prem (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Franks Psychiatry Pt 2 - student daze.
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So sad, there are many people like this.
There were certainly quite a few in my game, back then.
Frank,
So unfortunate and sad!
Hopefully, they didn’t realize
it was happening to them!
Knowing, it would be an
embarrassment for them!
In their circumstances , it is
better to be oblivious!
~Laura~
The land of the grotesques Laura.
It must’ve been so difficult for you! Hopefully you came out of it unscathed!
No, not unscathed, Laura. Traumatised, but somehow able to continue on.
So sorry to hear that...but I’m glad you’re able to continue on. Sending you all good thoughts and wishes!
All a very long time ago, Laura. Character forming experience.
A character to be proud of...for sure!
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