UTOPIA THE LION

Hackney londen, summer time.

SS want me to go to see a forensic psychiatrist.

All well & good.

For them shills.

On the tube.
The london underground.

Can imagine all sorts of crime going on down er.

Jump a few tubes.
Arrive Hackney station, thank you very much.

Find my destination.

Ime knowing i shall be interigated by this FOREN-SICK PSYCHO.

At my destin i see high steel fencing.
Cammeras every where.

Ok ime on big brother, yes i see now.its a fucking nut house..

Smoke and finish then stub my cig out, bin it.

Buzzzzz.

Hello,yea its kenny moore,gotta an appointment with.
That PSYCO DR McKLINTOV.

"ok i shall buzzzzzzzzzzzzz you in."

WHAT THE FUCKS THIS buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz,FUCK ELECTRIC SHOCK TREATMENT.


Not for me, thanks all the same.

I wander in past one door get checked by security..
Book in.

Waiting in anticipation.

Then "Mr moore"

No its cokooa the clown you foolish psycho.


Yes that is i.

Come through we have much to discuss and venture and we must dig very deep into you.

No ones digging deep in me. I know he wants to explore my mind,fellings,emotions.

The life story begins.

I let him know as he digs away how or how i think i felt whilst i was a child.


I am honest with him very much so.

But theres honesty and theres STUPIDITY.


I WILL now cut this long day very short.

The conclusion.

SS "do you consider mr moore to be suffering any mental health issues.

PSYHCO "in my proffetional oppinion i consider mr moore has a personality disorder of a general type.

GENNARAL TYPE, PLEASE TRY, BE SOMEWHAT MORE SPECIFIC