When I had, after a year, been institutionalized, my whole world was
fragmented. I was still on medication and remember shaking hands with neighbors
like a robot..
Doctors say I'm a paranoid schizophrenic. Still
unemployed at the time I return home, my poverty is obvious and my family
relationship all but void. BIOGRAPHY:Formally trained as a writer and lawyer, I
was astounded at the existing law found in state Mental Health Codes which
permissively obscure the possibility one is being railroaded. The Fifth Circuit
paid my motions and even my habeus corpus no attention whatsoever dismissing
them all, and, in fact, loosing documents which I had carefully filed! The
conspiracy I so carefully delineated, construing Title 18 USCA &241 concerning
Civil Rights was summarily dismissed. I went to the U.S. Attorney General and
to the F.B.I to no avail. Weldon H. Sandusky
Discharged from the insane asylum: let go,
Good riddance, adios, adieu, arrivederci,
Auf Wiedersehen. GOOD BYE!
Standing free in the front door of
A shabby low rent house
Stuck in a twisted relationship-
The victim of my own misdoing
Paying poverty the price:
No furniture
No love
No friends
No chair to sit in
I kind of shuffle-run in place-
Dribbling around the mouth,
Am fat, unkempt and apparently smell.
My son and wife turn their backs in
Disgust.
Final separation comes.
Divorce papers are served.
Arrivederci. Auf Wiedersehen. GOOD BYE!
A boyfriend moves in and
I fly to Hollywood.
A year passes, I'm back, get beat up,
The police come and I swagger off walking
Twenty miles home to Mother-a clown
With a red rubber nose and gigantic funny
Shoes.
