As the grinning Randal Patrick McMurphy
he was at his best
with an unconquerable spirit
flying over the cuckoo's nest
smiling down the halls of insanity
spreading hope and desire
stirring the hearts of men
who long ago lost the fire
Matching his wits day to day
with the tyrannical nurse Ratchet
would prove his waterloo
for to his head she would wield her hatchet
though the claw of conformity steals McMurphy's grin
sadly to the jealous thief
to his memory the symbolic sink is majestically ripped from the floor
with an unconquerable spirit
escapes his friend the Chief
Last night I had a face to face confrontation with my floor. I redecorated it in
crimson red. A poorly thought out medicinal cocktail, mixed with a bit too much
wine, helped me demonstratre Issaac Newton's theory of gravity. As well as
adding further evidential proof to the theory of entropy. Now blue and purple have
always been my favoite colors, so I was pleased to see my now "tie-dyed" torso.
I had a number of pleasantries in strore for the staff- like my usual red "TRAUMA"
stickers on my forehead. And, of course, I always sign in as Randell P. McMurphy
I find a hospital setting a good place to have some fun, well, at least if I'm not
dying. Sleep well, my friends.