antiseptic chateau

antiseptic white tiles hide beneath
lush padded carpet that makes no sound.
so many doors, so many rooms,
so many souls that share my chateau

servants we have 'round the clock
uniformed white with pastel colored
collars defining rank 'n class.
peacock blue, an aide to Healers.
the pale mint-greens, changer of sheets.

the peacocks”women all, strut and fan.
for candy they give us, desirable
nummy-candy, in reds 'n blues
'n yellows, 'n white. some
round, some oval, some diamond
shaped, with lines or letters
or numbers.

the pale green servants come in male 'n female
flavors. both are dull 'n cold n' cruel.
though they bring us sheets 'n pillows,
their eyes betray a jaded hunger,
for with us they wish to lay
an accidental touch, the hand
that lingers overlong.

antiseptic white tiles hide beneath
lush padded carpet that makes no sound.
so many doors, so many rooms,
so many souls that share my chateau

no pastel collars for the necks of
the wise. those who wear open-fronted
white, over top of fashion. counsel 'n clipboards,
their tools of the trade.
yet nothing compares with their pen”
a katana of ten thousand folds.
for to them belong the power to read
the mind. clever wordsmyths, who insist
you talk 'n talk and reveal the pus that
infects 'n kills your soul.

wise Healers who decide what is best.
you mustn't disagree! you mustn't disobey!
for only in doing what they wish is healing found.
for until you comply, they judge you a lie.
sayit sayit sayit believe it!

'i'm sick. i'm ill. i need a pill”a nummy red, or blue,
or yellow, or white. you're making me
better. see, i can be a good girl.'

antiseptic white tiles hide beneath
lush padded carpet that makes no sound.
so many doors, so many rooms,
so many souls that share my chateau,

but i'm alone.