Spitting in the Street

spitting in the street

let’s go on a march for the mentally ill up at the front are those of good will and them with a badge and minor symptoms- but still - waving their banners and demanding of pills

while back in the tenements behind the sofas are the frightened neurotics the papers call loafers ‘pity them pity them’ the crowd call in slur reinforcing the stigma — that is for sure

we’re winning the war for community care starving them out — and any who dare challenge compassion will be made well aware to keep their mouth shut and not cause a stir

the acceptable faces reveal their symptoms reeling them off like flippant old hymn tunes — melt well meaning hearts — making them swoon - then secretly bolt their doors twice at full moon

yes we’re off on a march for the mentally ill those union jobs reliant on pills need protecting by the people who will perpetually — pity — the mentally ill