Spiral

Strict rules, no spirals

The old man was yelling,

Skin almost sallow

I heard yesterday he shat in a chair

“Give me back my notebook”

In a strange way, I empathized

With this smelly, sallow man

My composition notebook never left my side

“My notebook!”

“It’s spiral” explain the nurses

I wonder what was in the notebook

To make it so dear

Lunatic ramblings or a hint of genius?

What would someone say of mine?

He was still standing by the nurse’s station

Four hours later when I went to bed