Coming home to my mother
In bed every afternoon
On a diet of Antipsychotic
Largactol
To be precise
Now my little brother
Is going the same way
Can't remember to put lids on buckets, etc.
I'm so sick of the Platitudes
The put downs
And the Degradation
I would plant myself
Outside Parliament
Waiting to be Euthanised
If it wasn't for my Son
But the point is
This can't go on forever
Not to Our Children's Children!!!
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