Nuts

am i really cracking up my "dear"

a mental institute for me i "fear"

it must be a really nice place

your just a number,not a face

they put you there when you stray

it's somewhere for you to hide away

there you can't do any harm

pumping DRUGS to keep you calm!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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