There is an institution, somewhere
i'll be signed into it for a period
and waive rights in order to get treatment
the staff all Women with syringes, sounds,
tapes, rubber tubes, and enema bags
all to tie and invade me, make me new
when i satisfy them, when they work up and go
what am i then but what i'm meant to be
their vessel, object, thing to throw away.
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