Poem By Llew N. Rmail

Stranded, weak
that is not what I want to be.
I am a poet,
not a pilot.
And those stocks, well
they’re crazy.
They’ll fall some day.
People will lose their jobs.
I’m the gold fish king.

They call me crazy.
Don’t call Llew crazy!

A poem with no title originally, Llew gave this title to this poem after he had come back from the mental asylum he wrote it in. He stayed there for ∿ .3 months- from 9/12/21 to 12/14/21. We know he was in one because of a note a nurse left on the notebook page this was written on:
Llew wrote this today in free time. You should talk to him about his career.
-Nurse Patricia

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