Bill is a retired postman, and apart from writing both prose and poetry his hobbies are backgammon, poker and actively campaigning to decriminalise marijuana. The poem below, “Weapon on the wall”, was written from personal experience to draw peoples attention to psychiatric malpractice, a cruel mental health system and corrupt government.
Weapon on the Wall. You’re the one who winds me up, A-springin’ from a cuckoo clock. Here I go again, again. Oh no, here I go again. You’re the one who winds me up. Who really, really winds me up That’s you coming with the pills, The thrills, long white coat and chemicals Medication is the plan, Dope me into action man. Change me to someone I’m not At all. Leave me staring at the wall, The weapon on the wall. You comin’ with that hit again, Turn my brain to shit again. Feel the needle going in, Mi skin. Feel the needle goin’ in. They goin’ to wire me up again They comin’ with the volts again Electricity’s the scan The plan. I’m the switched on ‘lectric man. Fusing to someone I’m not At all. Left me staring at the wall, The weapon on the wall. Doctor Fraud has won again, Snip-snip ‘n’ bottled up mi brain. Changed me to someone I’m not, At all. Left me staring at the wall, The guitar on the wall. Let it ring, ring like a bell, To sing, sing, sing 'em to hell With their chemical stills And brain to shit pills. Let it ring, Let It Ring! As we tell The stories that sing ‘em to Hell To Hell and beyond, with the words of our song. ---------------------------------------------------------
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