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Industrial Therapy Unit
Down
in St Bernard’s
in the deep dark depths
there lurks the Industrial Therapy Unit.
You sit alongside people that are
demoralised and deserve better.
Tightening
screws
tightening
screws
tightening screws
Repetitive and boring
Repetitive and boring
Repetitive and boring
The
last bastion of the
sanctimonious
institution of Victorian hypocrisy.
Once here how can you look the world
in the face?
Humbuggery,
humbuggery,
humbuggery –
the last vestiges of the asylum
where people in authority
who should know better
should know better.
Abandon hope all ye who enter here!
© Patrick Joe Kelly and Jenny Keown, all rights reserved. Contact at art21crpd@gmail.com.