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With all my marbles in tact and in the bag
I walk into the Health Center ...
Mental Health Center I should have specified.
I am accused of losing them.

They were there
when I got caught in the revolving door.
So was that cumbersome back pack.

NO GROCERY CARTS
the sign said,
so I left it outside.

I was there to apply for employment
I wanted the job of Professional Navigator.
Helping people navigate their way
in and around social services.

There are many obstacles to overcome.

The Thorazine makes me sleepy
I can`t pick up my feet
to take off these fuzzy slippers.

I am not losing my marbles.
They`re in a net bag
down inside the backpack.

The shooter is bigger than the rest.
Such a pretty blue when you tilt your head
and hold it up to the sun.

I wish I could get the backpack
out of the revolving door.
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Thorazine And Revolving Doors
Date: Thursday, 20th October 2016 @ 04:37:05 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: ever1der


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With all my marbles in tact and in the bag
I walk into the Health Center ...
Mental Health Center I should have specified.
I am accused of losing them.

They were there
when I got caught in the revolving door.
So was that cumbersome back pack.

NO GROCERY CARTS
the sign said,
so I left it outside.

I was there to apply for employment
I wanted the job of Professional Navigator.
Helping people navigate their way
in and around social services.

There are many obstacles to overcome.

The Thorazine makes me sleepy
I can`t pick up my feet
to take off these fuzzy slippers.

I am not losing my marbles.
They`re in a net bag
down inside the backpack.

The shooter is bigger than the rest.
Such a pretty blue when you tilt your head
and hold it up to the sun.

I wish I could get the backpack
out of the revolving door.


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