The Psychiatric Patient

Driving home from the shops I do not walk around anymore
I noticed despite the winter is holding us like victimized Palestinians,
a thaw, the flowers and **** by the wayside looked more *****
like they were ready to let their ****** hood go - ok I know about
the ****** bees, my friend the eminent poet, is deeply concerned.
Clive, used to be a psychiatric nurse and always strive to be normal
lest you think he had had been a patient.
The beginning of spring is here new life is coming so despite Trump
the man, who escaped the asylum, we will prevail.