Charlie B.

Did time
at an asylum
off Blackstone Boulevard.

Poor man, always felt
jump-outta-the-skin charges
of electricity coursing

through his body, which
is why, less or more,
he turned to alcohol

as self-treatment.
The doctor maintained
that Charlie was bi-polar.

There were some rather
comical touches to him,
like when he talked with

his Newport buddies on
the phone and made it sound
like he was staying at some

fancy resort. Oh yeah
I'm staying at the Butlers.
Nice place and the food

to die for.