General Fiction posted October 11, 2017

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Life in the mad house

Smelly Shelly

by jenintorre

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I was an only child.
No mention of a Dad.
Just me and Mom.
They used to call me smelly Shelly
at school, before it burnt down
and I didn't have to go.
Worked in a boring knicker factory
for twenty eight years until it burnt down.
Mom got sick and bedridden and died
when the house burnt down.
Now they make me live in this place
where everyone is mad.
They told me not to smoke in bed.
I told them to fuck off!
They've locked me in a room
and put me in a straight jacket.

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