Wow. Just a tad bit depressing. Poignant for me, too, thinking of my former clients who are still a victim of the system which is the subject of this poem.
Written with Coaxing from the Weekly Get Your Poem On Prompt which asked us to write poems based on headlines. This particular headline tugged my pen... with prompting courtesy of...
Unfit for Trial
So they say
The Psychologists
With their five years
Under their belts and
Their ill-fitting suits
“Unfit” they declare
And send him off,
The eye devouring
Father who took an
Axe to his own legs
“Unfit” and they
Expect a couple
Years at State
Hospital will make
Him fit for much
Of anything?
I am unfit for
Major League Baseball
A couple years in
Palm Springs
Ever make me fit
I am unfit for
Donald Trump’s
The Apprentice (nor
Would I want to be)
But I wonder what
Would happen with
Two years of coaching
From The Donald would
I be declared Fit or
Fit to be tied
Unfit they say.
The man sits.
Wheelchair bound.
Hands gagged.
Mind numbed
They say by
Medications.
I remember when
I worked with
Gentlemen and ladies
Declared “Unfit”
And their attorneys
Would look to me
Their eyes begging
Help, I am not fit
To serve this
Gentleman or that
Lady yet you? Are?
I would tell them
And the Judges what to
Do for I actually knew
This law better
than they could or
would
The Judge declaring
The Eye Chewing
Axe Grinding Dad Unfit
Is one with whom I stood,
In chambers, and made
A hearty – not
Eye gagging
Suggestion
Which worked
My client got
Exactly what I asked for
Him to get as he was
Unfit, too
As I am unfit
To deal with
Bureaucracy
Or major league
Baseball or
Donald Trump
Together, Unfit
Separately, Unfit
The System is Unfit
For this Trial


Very thought-provoking look at what it means to be fit or unfit.
The man sits.
Wheelchair bound.
Hands gagged.
Mind numbed
Very compelling image.
Posted by: Paul Oakley | August 26, 2009 at 11:11 PM
Thank you.
I could go on and on about all the mentally ill folks sitting in prison... but I won't... today.
Posted by: Julie Jordan Scott | August 26, 2009 at 11:24 PM
I liked it. A cheeky look at a serious topic.
Posted by: Damian | August 27, 2009 at 12:20 AM
Good. It makes me want to argue with someone.
Posted by: Barbara | August 27, 2009 at 03:23 AM
I like the cascade of images and different ways you "play" with the words fit and unfit
Posted by: David Moolten | August 27, 2009 at 05:32 AM
This was VERY good. Quite a sad and no=win situation to write about and yet make it understandable.
Posted by: Cynthia Short | August 27, 2009 at 06:07 AM
A poem to made one sit up and think!
blowing over that mug of coffee
Posted by: gautami tripathy | August 27, 2009 at 07:01 AM
Hello Julie,
A very vexed question. I like:
"I would tell them
And the Judges what to
Do for I actually knew
This law better
than they could or
would"
Posted by: Derrick | August 27, 2009 at 07:33 AM
Damian - so glad you read and yes, very much cheeky. The situation makes me so sad if I wasn't cheeky, I would spend far too much crying or sitting in a corner, holding my head.
Barbara - excellent. Go yell! Advocate! Activate! There are so many who are so unfit in ways that you are fit. (Just had an image of us all matched up in our areas of unfitness with people whose strongest passion was partnering with us to see mutual compassion and empowerment.)
Cynthia - grateful you read my poem today.
Derrick - most lawyers and judges don't have much time to study laws pertaining to mental health and are grateful when the folks who serve the mentally ill take the time to show up in court and advocate for their best interest. Each time I went to court with one of my clients, I was seen as an active, knowledgeable participant and my clients came out better off. I miss them, my clients. I obviously do not miss the system.
Thank you, everyone, for reading and commenting... and kudos to my friend, Steve Mayer, for writing the article that inspired the poem. I am not sure if he is also responsible for the block lettered "Unfit for Trial" but those three words just slapped me across my face. I had to write them.
Posted by: Julie Jordan Scott | August 27, 2009 at 07:51 AM
Social commentary and poetry seem to go hand in hand and this is one that is done well on both counts.
Kudos to you.
Posted by: Mark | August 27, 2009 at 09:02 AM
I was really carried along by the emotion in this... and it conveys the absurdities of the situation very sharply. I'm very glad you shared it.
Posted by: Francis Scudellari | August 27, 2009 at 10:51 AM
I like the way you add pop culture into a social poem with the baseball and Donald Trump references.
Posted by: DJ Vorreyer | August 27, 2009 at 05:47 PM
Whoa! This blew my ears off. I would love to hear this read out loud. Good write!
-Nicole
Posted by: Nicole Nicholson | August 28, 2009 at 11:43 AM
Your passion for this subject shines through.
Posted by: Nathan | August 28, 2009 at 01:26 PM
Repetition is a fundamental device of poetry. This poem uses "unfit" or variations thereof at least 19 times. After reading the word so many times, I hear and understand it in new ways.
Posted by: Therese Broderick | August 28, 2009 at 05:08 PM
I really love this poem...
Posted by: wayne | August 30, 2009 at 11:10 AM