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If it were not for him I would be very, very weak
His name is Hugo and he likes to eat liver
And for every bite he gets I get only a sliver

He told me to say bad things to my boss
And when I got fired he told me to kill because of my loss
I listened to his directions but he was no good at navigation
And now my hands are tied so that I do not even have masturbation

I asked Hugo if he knew what I should do
And he told me he would let me know as soon as he knew
But I know that I will die in this place
And I know that the rest of my life will be at a very slow pace

It’s the middle of the night but I see the light of day
The big men come and they take me away
The van is small and I can feel all their eyes on me
They tell me that a visit with the doctor will be good for my psyche

He told me that Hugo is just an imaginary friend
When I asked him about that fellow named Jesus I saw his definition of reality bend
But how can Hugo be pretend when I talk to him every day?
And how can Jesus be real when He doesn’t answer to anything I have to say?

Am I the crazy one or am I just stranded in the isolation of my own head?
If you hit me I will bruise black and if you cut me I will bleed red
I don’t understand what they want from me
And I don’t understand why they won’t just set me free [comments] => 6 [counter] => 176 [topic] => 59 [informant] => kratur [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )

My Itchy Straitjacket

Contributed by kratur on Sunday, 16th January 2005 @ 01:27:01 AM in AEST
Topic: psychoticpoems

He lives inside my mouth and tells me when to speak
If it were not for him I would be very, very weak
His name is Hugo and he likes to eat liver
And for every bite he gets I get only a sliver

He told me to say bad things to my boss
And when I got fired he told me to kill because of my loss
I listened to his directions but he was no good at navigation
And now my hands are tied so that I do not even have masturbation

I asked Hugo if he knew what I should do
And he told me he would let me know as soon as he knew
But I know that I will die in this place
And I know that the rest of my life will be at a very slow pace

It’s the middle of the night but I see the light of day
The big men come and they take me away
The van is small and I can feel all their eyes on me
They tell me that a visit with the doctor will be good for my psyche

He told me that Hugo is just an imaginary friend
When I asked him about that fellow named Jesus I saw his definition of reality bend
But how can Hugo be pretend when I talk to him every day?
And how can Jesus be real when He doesn’t answer to anything I have to say?

Am I the crazy one or am I just stranded in the isolation of my own head?
If you hit me I will bruise black and if you cut me I will bleed red
I don’t understand what they want from me
And I don’t understand why they won’t just set me free

Copyright Â© kratur ... [ 2005-01-16 01:27:01]
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Re: My Itchy Straitjacket (User Rating: 1 )
by ForeverAlone on Sunday, 16th January 2005 @ 01:33:21 AM AEST
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I dont know if it was ment to be funny, but it made me laugh. Good job

Re: My Itchy Straitjacket (User Rating: 1 )
by Kellros on Sunday, 16th January 2005 @ 02:25:39 AM AEST
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I liked this poem very much, in some strange way I could relate, not sure how. KEEP WRITING!

Re: My Itchy Straitjacket (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Sunday, 16th January 2005 @ 05:38:33 AM AEST
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He told me that Hugo is just an imaginary friend
When I asked him about that fellow named Jesus I saw his definition of reality bend
But how can Hugo be pretend when I talk to him every day?
I too don't know if it was suppose to be funny but the above cracked me up too.
I would never laugh at a persons conditions but i'd say u r the one that's sane.
Awesome writing.
luv, huggs, smiles,
emy

Re: My Itchy Straitjacket (User Rating: 1 )
by Daniela_Maria_Violin on Sunday, 16th January 2005 @ 10:07:08 AM AEST
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Good write here, sounds like you're dealing with a case of Schitzophrenia

Re: My Itchy Straitjacket (User Rating: 1 )
by Vampirequeen on Monday, 17th January 2005 @ 01:56:24 AM AEST
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omg that is so funny.i don't know if you meant for this poem to be funny or not but it made me laugh.lol great job.

Re: My Itchy Straitjacket (User Rating: 1 )
by TaintedSoul on Monday, 17th January 2005 @ 08:38:45 AM AEST
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Those extra voices heard need to be muzzled from time to time. The flow to this really made the images pop within the mind. Yet, I'd put this under humourous poetry but then again I'm just a little warped.

peace
TS

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