My Friend


The first day …….


Behind the steel gate of the ‘lunatic rehabilitation centre’

Staggered she with the bare minimum patched attire

Bent down head, exposed breasts, rotten odorous hair

Her mouth gaped wide with unceasingly dripping saliva

Shoved, into the ‘den’ to ‘keep her safe and out of danger’ it seems

The second day…


The ‘helpers’ and nurses fully involved labouring with her

In the open space, under the hot sun, stark naked she laid

Silent and shameless like a sheep that was before its shearers,

Gave her to be shaved all over ‘to keep her clean’ they said

The straight long hair of her head and the hair on the pubic sphere!

The third day…


The yelling, fighting, shouting, of the lunatics unnaturally subdued

At the entrance of the dining hall it was kept, motionless and frozen!

The clean white shroud covered it from the top to the bottom

‘She forgot to swallow the food and thus got choked to death’

The schizophrenics were carefully brainwashed with this funny tale!

Just a few minutes later…


My foster daughter dragged me into the dining area

‘Feed me now lest I starve to death’ she cried!

At the foot of the corpse in the dining hall I opened the lunch box and fed her

“The food was really good” she said, the rice and the dead chicken

‘Expect for the smell of the corpse, and the taste of your salty tear drops’.