Tommy Doesn’t Play Much Anymore
A poem about the psychiatric drugging of children. Tommy Doesn’t Play Much* Tommy doesn’t play much . . . any more. He doesn’t care . . . to . . . explore. He has no thoughts . . . of his own. He spends most of his time . . . alone. Tommy listens to his teacher. He’s a good little boy. He’s his parents’ . . . pride . . . and joy. Though when the firebell sounds, it don’t appear . . . Tom . . . can hear. Tommy don’t ask: “Where?” Or “When?” Since his shrink . . . gave him Ritalin.† He’s never a pain. He’s a good little boy. His parents’ drugged . . . pride . . . and joy. Tommy’s easy to…
