What the World’s Made Of

by Martin Golan

They take blood from you
said the woman’s voice sputtering
on the phone
I’ll show you what the world’s made of
I’m 58 years old and they crippled me
They just stick a piece of paper in front of you and you sign
You’d sign too I know you would
Promise me you’ll break that Bergen Pines Hospital
wide open you’re a reporter
I only got the shock treatment twice
and those psychologists come and take blood
from you blood from you go get drunk
and mess up your hair walk in and say
You’re kind of lost
but don’t be so bad they put you in solitary
just the psycho ward between us
The men’s ward is worse than the women’s
If you don’t print this I’ll hate you
Don’t get off the phone please talk to me
Please stay on, no, don’t hang up!
I’m 58 years old and they take blood from you
I love you for talking to me
Promise me you’ll do it
I’ll show you what the world’s made of
They take blood from you just don’t be so bad
that they put you in solitary