Go To Hell
He could save himself
Hearing any more about it
If he just stayed in his room.
What bothered him was the way
They looked at him, so closely,
As he walked up and down
The hallway. What had he done?
He had no memory of the clown
He supposedly pushed to the ground.
Somebody got in his way, that’s all.
So now, in their wisdom, they found
He was a danger both to himself
And to other patients, nurses included.
How did they get to set themselves
Up as judge, jury, and hangman?
Why should he stay in his room, where
Nobody ever visited? He had to bang on
The wall to get some attention.
There were days, though, when he
Couldn’t stand it one more minute.
Go to hell, he would shout.