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he sat there in his room
gently shaking his head as
he chalked ducks on the floor
which then he carefully fed

over in the corner
watching him with glee
the asylum keeper counted
from one to ninety three

ceaselessly repetetive
each number chanted out
sometimes in a whisper
sometimes in a shout

the warden made his rounds
with his little boxes of pills
each chosen for efficacy
on a multitude of mental ills

they washed them down with water
on sundays gin and rum in lieu
carefully rationing the alcohol
to never more than a tot or two

and there were watchers watching
the watchers as they observed the rest
each watching watcher watched
in that observed observation test

it all made perfect sense of course
he thought as he shook his head
ensuring that each chalked duck
received its proper share of bread

and every single morning
when their clock struck ten
the asylum keeper blew a whistle
and the routine started off again

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