My Private Asylum
I live my life in my own private asylum,
with crazy thoughts that blow through my brain,
they constantly assure me that i'm insane.
I ask the shrinks "what can it be?"
they say maybe, possibly, could be A.D.D.
What can you shrinks ever do for me?
To cause these thoughts to never be.
We'll give you a pill to suppress your thoughts,
a pill that will tie your brain in knots,
a pill that will make it hard to talk,
and also make you slow to walk.
I dread the pills they freely give,
strung out on medicine is no way to live.
ridelin, thorazine, and synaquan too,
are medicines, that they can prescribe for you.
None of these pills, i hope to take,
lets try counseling, for Christ sake.
If the counseling doesn't repair,
and the pills are to strong to bare.
I'll choose to live, without it all.
looking at the walls,
of my private asylum
Copyright © Robert Bradford | Year Posted 2005
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