The Flock Doctrine

After I lived through a disabling stroke,

I found that my life was reduced to a joke.

The forces of evil guffawed in my face.

I drooled at the table as my host intoned grace.

They think that I have become one of their own

Now that I’m in a lobotomy zone

But if my brain worked the way it did before,

I’d get up and high-tail it out of the door.

Instead, here I am–stuck, surrounded by fools–

The losers who live not to break any rules.

Hell has come to the one who said “no, thanks” to God;

Cunning foes with smug smiles nod their heads and applaud.


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