what was this place,
the asylum
on the hill, taking in
so many
that we know.
through
song, or book, or
show.
they seemed so
bright,
so smart.
poetic.
what demon has got
to them
where they need
electro
shock treatments,
therapy
around the clock,
lobotomies,
and more?
three squares day
and a tennis
court,
a place for the crazy
rich, no doubt,
not the poor.
the penniless are still on
under bridges,
having conversations
with ghosts,
inventing lives
while
begging at the corner.
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