Whacked (Bananas)

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

No!
You can not,
Help it if you're whacked.
Oh no you can not help it,
If you're whacked.
I know you can not help it,
If you're whacked.
This is shown and known,
That you are whacked....
Right out of your mind.
But...
You are not alone.
So many have condoned,
That they're bananas.

So!
I know you can not help it,
If you're whacked.
And needing a strait jacket,
Wrapped and strapped.
And a taped mug muzzled.
That prevents hearing your troubles.
But...
You are not alone.
So many have condoned,
That they're bananas.
So many have been whacked out.
And bananas.

No!
You can not,
Help it if you're whacked.
Oh no you can not help it,
If you're whacked.
I know you can not help it,
If you're whacked.
And needing a strait jacket,
Wrapped and strapped.
And a taped mug muzzled.
That prevents hearing your troubles.
But...
You are not alone.
So many have condoned,
That they're bananas.
Whacked out!
And minds gone bananas.
Whacked out!
And minds gone snapped.
Peeled back and whacked...
Bananas.

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