Asylum
For their own good and for the good of society.
They used to put the mentally unstable away.
Society evolved; they closed the asylums.
Releasing the unstable into society.
Now we've got tent cities brimming with instability.
These are strange and sensitive times...people.
Society was much happier when it was light-hearted and high.
But eventually somebody had to go back to work.
Back in the day, people were somewhat genuine.
Now its all-saccharine grins and plastic handshakes.
If you don't stay within the ever-changing lanes, they'll hamstring your life.
You've still got your soul
but your soul never put food on the table.
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