Hey folks! This is my first poem published, I hope you enjoy it! Comments whether positive or negative I would really appreciate.
Psychiatric Drugs
black clouds float over the land
only woe out on the lea
on the mountain the horned goat
lifting high up his black head
looking down on the drought land
oh how leprosy spreads fast!
all men fester and decay,
like a woman rages sin :)
and the goat beholds a child
playing joyful on the lawn
casual of all distress
holding hope within the chest
this annoys the old black goat
and his features getting grim
turns away in vile disgust
"ugh - how healthy the child is!"
and a few steps he proceeds
moves into a narrow cave
where a mighty fire burns
before the fire he steps
for a moment there is still
then he rolls upward his eyes
grunts a terribly mad word
which an evil spirit's name
"elliliillyy!" snarls the goat
"elliliillyy!" he calls out
and it blazes now so loud and strong
the demon has heeded it
"elliliillyy!" snarls the goat
"bring agony to the child!"
as the blazing slowly fades
it is still inside the cave
the goat regains consciousness
and steps numb out of the cave
he looks down onto the land
sees the child that he has cursed
by a doctor it now sits
and it weeps so desperately
ah! that diverts the old goat!
doctor winks to goat with eye
and the doctor gives the child
a small pot with medicine (!)
oh no, look at the child!
lying in its bed all day
does not want to play with friends
only lies around annoyed
thinks about the evil world
thinks of hardship and of pain
starts to watch horror movies
admires cannibal corpse
depper bowing its young head
really bad has turned the child
ever brash is now its face
parents wonder helplessly
Mom, Dad, and child at doctor
doctor winks to goat with eye
and the doctor gives to them
a small pot with medicine
shoplifting goes now the child
roaming the streets late at night
breaks into an old man's house
setting fire to strange homes
kills one friend in a dispute
hears the siren hunting him
and the child is on the run
but it is not fast enough
now in prison sits the child
and the doctors there again
and from jail the doctor winks
to the goat who saw it all
a small pot with medicine
has the child now gotten thrice
and the goat who saw it all
sees the childs grave in his eyes
"we loved you" says epitaph
and the goat who saw it all
starts to laugh now cruelly
shadows draw upon the land
ah! so this is how public health service works!
