Locked and padded...number two

by John Smallshaw
(London,England)

There's a fly..
..and I know it's a fly
Don't ask me why
I just do.
It doesn't talk..does not often walk it just flies.
They're still telling me lies it's the tablets you see..
..they are feeding me drugs and that's why I see bugs..
..and a fly.
I could cry but I'm being sucked dry..by the fly.
They said it's not here and I am only seeing it because I feel a bit queer.
Oh dear..oh dear I know the fly's near and it's not in my head it is something to do with the food that I'm fed.
I wish I could hide but they've put something inside and thus I am tied
To my bed.

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