The Schizophrenic Clinic

Nutty as a Squirrel

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"Get here quickly", the man on the phone said.

"We want the works, with the thin crust bread!"

I doffed my blue cap, and jumped into my truck,

did three wheelies, but in the traffic, I got stuck.

I got there a little late, to the clinic that had called,

then expecting no tip, and my being, black-balled.

A man dressed in white, greeted me at the door,

the cheese pizza I brought, sailed across the floor.

"Come back here with me, young man", a doctor said,

not knowing what to think, so I tried to run, instead.

A heavy set assistant, strong armed me into the room,

the straight jacket applied; I was disturbed, I assume.

I've had dissatisfied customers, accost me in the past,

but never so extreme, and then to attack quite so fast.

"What was wrong with my pizza", was all that I had to say.

An embarrassed shrink, released me, on that scary day.

As I walked back to my truck, I heard a voice to lament,

the office next door, had asked for my pizza to be sent.

I yelled from my window, as I drove by, and out of sight,

"Have a happy Halloween, and to all, a merry good night!"

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Cresentmoon2007 5 years ago from Caledonia, MI

A very interesting poem. Voted up.

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