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Confessional Poem Composed under Torture

Blake Walmsley

Everyone around me was trying to be strong
And I was grateful for that
I turned to my court-appointed psychiatrist
Who was perspiring heavily and
Asked her what was wrong
She said her flight was leaving in 20 minutes
And she’d forgotten her compressed dynamite
I didn't know what to think
I didn’t know what to say
I picked up the phone and called information
They said a man is the sum of his obsessions
That the next best thing to freedom is the illusion of freedom
This was confusing
I could hear my brain eating itself
Then I played chess against an earthworm and lost
It amputated my brain and put it into a small goat
Then I got a job fixing Xerox machines

Blake Walmsley

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