Why is it that neither Rhyme nor Reason can help me now:
feeling ill, Rhyme in notorious doldrums without
immediate
cause thus Reason cannot claim jurisdiction –
unless this is
a food problem, marinated chicken on Sunday, had
to rinse
oven pan three times with boiling water
before running clear
from black, oily ooze; maybe my system requires
three days
at least to process this sludge also, eyes swollen
- all mental
effort causes pain - scared of everyone suspecting
they see
me as non compos mentis, a simpleton, the way
I feel, if only
I could hide away until I was human again BUT
anxiety keeps
me riveted to my chair
Rhyme and Reason – As described in “The
Phantom Tollbooth”
By Norton Juster – reading being my only link
to sanity
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