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[sid] => 89247
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Obsolete
[time] => 2005-03-29 20:40:18
[hometext] => I wrote this poem when I was put into the psych ward against my will
[bodytext] => We are the walking dead As we pass one another down the hallway We make no eye contact- Like a secret handshake or a devils pact. We are in lymbo- Caught between the real world And the complete world of madness. Which world we end up going to Depends on a doctor who has talked With us once or twice for about ten minutes And has the right to commit or release Our lives hang in the balance As he laughs with the nurses And takes a sip of his tea Nothing seems to matter- We are all obsolete- It does not matter what we do or say- There is just now way to compete They may say, "Oh just a few more days" While they get to walk out that door We have no choice but to stay [comments] => 1 [counter] => 181 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Evilnn [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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