Why did Nurse Ratched think
she had dibs on all the nuts in the bag?
The little power she enjoyed pushed her
over the edge. I was there, I know:
brooding over maniacal technicians presiding
over the hopelessly deluded, passing out their
pitiful pacifiers. But not me. NO!
I was completely sane.
Endogenous depression, they said,
is all in the head:
'Who is the President of the United States?
Interpret Early to bed and early to rise...
How about a stitch in time
saves nine? '
I knew the answers, of course -
but then came the shock treatments...
I was cured, they said,
when they let me go.
...any wonder it was called a cuckoo's nest, in Australia she was know as Nurse Ratshit
Alicia, I like this and could certainly relate to the Nurse Ratchetts of this world. I've had my depressive moments, through bereavement, writer's block as they call it and simple stress. Luckily I didn't need the shock treatments to come out it. Great poem and thanks for sharing it. David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fabulous Alicia! Sounds very much like the story of my life...although believing that you're sane doesn't always make it so! ; -) Paula x