White Room

visual occurances of the Tune in my head

White Room

in the white room with black curtains

words made famous by Bruce of Jack

listening to him now staring at the ceiling

lying here motionless flat on my back

I need my own white room now

the kind with padded walls

no handle on the door for anyone to open

so I can scream loudly out to the halls

time doesn't seem to move at all

even though I hear the ticking of the clock

I would sit straight up but what would I see

nothing but myself looking like I am in shock

maybe that's what I really need

electric juice running through my veins

then like a zombie I would roam at night

living off disgusting thoughts and other zombie brains

what if I could get the room to spin

I wonder what that orange pill will do

it has been over 30 minutes now

since I took the other one that was blue

I plead I beg give me somemore Cream

the pain in my head is too much to bare

they threw Ginger into my red swollen eyes

finally at last mr. C. Was standing right there

he whispered softly into my right ear

don't worry mate we'll play you a tune

I lay back down inside my private White Room

I whimper sounds of a wounded baboon

Gomer LePoet ....