[ WP ] A story with no point . Just the ramblings of someone committed to a mental institution .

A completely pointless poem. 
 
 
 THE WHITE ROOM 
 
 HE WOKE UP, IN A WHITE ROOM, 
 WITH A WOLF PUP, AND NO ELBOW ROOM. 
 THE ROOM HAD VINES, AND A SPIDER, 
 HE HAD TO READ BETWEEN THE LINES, 
 HE WAS IN A SUPERCONDUCTING SUPERCOLLIDER 
 
 AND AS HIS MENTAL STATE DEGRADED, 
 HE SAID SOME THINGS NOT TOTALLY UNRELATED 
 HE SAID SHIT, AND HE SAID FUCK, 
 HE SAT THERE COGITATING IN THE MUCK 
 AND THEN HE ATE A COUNTERFEIT DOUBLE KNIT BANANA SPLIT. WHAT A HYPOCRITE. 
 
 AND THEN HE SAW A GREAT BIG FIG, HE PREPARED TO 
 DIG A HOLE IN HIS DAZZLING RIG, TO AVOID THE GUINEA PIG HE DUG ALL THE WAY TO AUSTRALIA. 
 THE DESERT LAND OF MARSUPIALIA. 
 
 BUT THEN HE WAS SUED, FOR ALL OF THESE RHYMES, 
 PEOPLE SAID HE WAS LEWD, HE SHOULD DO HIS TIME, 
 SO EVEN THOUGH HE HAD COMMITTED NO CRIME 
 HE WAS WHISKED AWAY, SOME SAID IN THE NICK OF TIME 
 HE WENT TO MAXIMUM SECURITY PRISON, 
 BUT AFTERWARDS HE FELT NEWLY ARISEN, 
 HE JOINED THE ATOMIC ENERGY COMMISSION. 
 
 HE FOUGHT A BEAST, IN BERKSHIRE EAST 
 HE WENT SOUTH-EAST, TO ANCIENT GREECE 
 HE RODE A RAPID, IN MAR DEL PLATA 
 HE ACTED LIKE QUITE THE PERSONA DE GRATA 
 HE FLEW FROM THE ISLAND OF GOTLAND 
 TO THE KINGDOM OF SCOTLAND 
 HE DRANK CHAMPAGNE IN THE LAND OF SPAIN 
 HE WENT FOR A 200 MILE DRIVE IN AREA 45 
 HE BECAME THE PROPAGANDIST FOR POPE FRANCIS 
 THEN HE HAD TO ASK FOR SOME CANVAS 
 
 TO MAKE A TENT, FOR HE WAS HUNGRY 
 IT WAS ONLY HALFWAY THROUGH LENT, 
 IN THE COUNTRY OF HUNGARY 
 ALL HE WANTED WAS MEAT, HE FELT LIKE A MONKERY 
 EATING HIS WHEAT, HE HAD A LAPAROSCOPERY 

