Coercive control

You must comply
Or we’ll stick our nanoprobes in you
Wonder what Startrek
Was talking about and who
When they wrote the Borg.
They want a hive mind
With a leader in control
In square space-ships
When humanity wants to be free
To think and create
To experience visions and explore
In their holograph machine
To get wrapped up
In whacko plots
And think about the unknown.

You must comply with the treatment
You must take the medication
We must weigh up the balances
And assess things for you
You do not have any rights
To complain about our treatments
Complain to the head of psychiatry
See what they’ll do.
Ha ha ha, we laugh at you.
Your hearing is about testing
How compliant you will be
If we stop using the law
To force you to be
A subject in our system
A person under our order
A person without a say
That can be shut-up so quickly
And dismissed
Because we know exactly
How to play
The government and the law
Like the military do
Your mental health is at risk
And if anyone speaks up for you
We’ll sue.

I once had a boyfriend
Who liked to do drugs.
I refused his pushy orders
I said I didn’t want to.
But eventually he got me.
And I learnt what it is
For a person to coerce
And for a person to control
And physically push around
So you feel
That you’re nothing more.
I did attempt a suicide
And that’s when they came in
And coerced me to take their drugs
Then when I refused
They used control,
Physical control
That beat me up inside.
Made me so sick
I let the boyfriend
Continue fucking me
With his ugly dick.

I’ve had enough of coercion
I had enough of their control
I may have chose that boyfriend,
And played his ugly mol.
But he at least did things
That were nice
Like dance and cook dinner
With green-curry spice.
Psychiatrist think dancing and singing
Is an immature thing
To be diagnosed and treated
By chemicals that make me sick.
When is the community
Going to give them the fucking flick.

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Poetry, first performed at the Dan O’Connell Hotel

Initially NO enjoys reading poems in pubs and other venues around Melbourne and will be running West Word in Footscray this year. A poetry group that meets at the Dancing Dog cafe 2pm every 2nd and 4th Sunday of each month.
She also enjoys painting and music and has produced several books available on internet book sites like createspace.

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  • msdebbie
    msdebbieover 4 years ago

    The combination of science fiction with sad reality is quite terrifying actually. Congratulations – featured in PRSC

  • Nice:D

    – Initially NO

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