r/OCPoetry•4 yr. ago

Bureaucracy Bound

Poem

Take the case of the claustrophobic

Who, day by day, grew only more sick.

Rooms became tombs to the dwindling loon -

Life at the mercy of a cognitive trick.

'Til the day on the train when the man made a scene

While the walls crept closer from where they had been,

The shrinking locomotive was a potion for commotion,

So they took the man away where you cannot hear him scream

Shackled up in his padded cell

He begged for help and yelled like hell.

Though if he pleased to be released

It was peace and calm that he must sell.

When he couldn't offer either,

They extended the man's seizure,

And to this day there the man remains.

Standard operating procedure.

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Posted Jul 13, 2022, 2:43 PM UTC · edited