Shock Treatment

When you tell a nine year old boy his mother is having shock treatment He might pretend nothing is happening Or he might remember Boris Karloff on a table in a lightning storm With the monsters large hands twitching in the shackles He might stay awake all night listening for shuffling down the hall And teach himself to breath softly under the covers I know I did and when my mother came home She never looked or acted the same again And from then on The smell of my mothers channel #5 and Frankenstein where connected forever