Here I go into the "Belly of the Beastie!"
*Two bellies I've dropped down from one to
Another. It's deeper, it's steeper, hearken
they darken beast to say the least!
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It's cool, damp, dank, and of course dark
as dark can be.
Can be so quiet, no birdies sing, no violets
bloom, nothing but gloom, gloom, gloom!
Unfortunate gloom in my 8 by 10 room.
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Acrid smell down here, it smells so terrible
here.
The smell of pure fear!
No "Beck" or "Budwiser" beer here.
No "Miller," no "Genesie Cream Ale" this place
is pale.
Pale to the upper-outside for crying out loud!
So, if you appear here because your to proud
to appear here then you don't want to be here,
SHHH!!!
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Author Notes
Mental hospitals are filled with fractured
souls whose family members want nothing but
a complete severance.
We are "Pariahs" of this shitty world.
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