When the leucotomes, the mind altering instruments <br />introduced by Dr. Egas Moniz, <br />entered my skulll, <br />they were driven by the competent hands of Dr. Walter Freeman. <br />The Henry Ford of lobotomies, <br />Freeman had turned the lobotomy into <br />an assembly line procedure. <br />He drove around the country in 'The lobotomobile' <br />and had performed over 5,000 lobotomies by the time of his death. <br /> <br />These glorified ice picks, orbitoclasts, <br />the name Freeman had given <br />to his personally designed lobotomy knives, <br />were designed to unscramble my brains. <br />The good doctor said this 'cutting edge' procedure <br />would be innocuous and relatively painless <br />because the human brain had the consistency, <br />under a knife, of 'Soft Butter.' <br /> <br />Expectations were high as the great day arrived <br />and a personal guaranteed had been rendered <br />that this proved procedure would make me <br />a better person, <br />give me a personality and make me normal. <br />After all, I had been declared a danger to myself <br />as well as a danger to others. <br />At least, this is what my concerned stepmother <br />said about me. <br />She could hardly wait for me <br />to go 'under the knife.' <br />Well, it came as no surprise to anyone, that my emasculated father concurred, and after two brief visits with the renowned surgeon <br />I I was deemed helpless, hopeless, and ratrher worthless. <br />The transorbital lobotomy was hastily scheduled, <br />and they entered my twelve year old compliant skull <br />through my eye sockets. <br />Ten minutes after he entered my skull <br />Dr. Walter Freeman unscrambled my confused brains, <br />and in the process <br />he scrambled the rest of my life.<br /><br />richard ilnicki<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lobotomy-the-real-thing-howard-dully/
