Slow Sad Joyce She Had No Choice

The Eugenicist with a scalpel between her thighs,  
the Psychiatrist with an ice pick behind her eyes.  
 
They made her barren and blank,  
the Powers That Be to thank.  
 
Snake bit by the caduceus, crucified on a gammadion cross,  
it's just Slow Sad Joyce no big loss.  
 
Oh Lord, Oh Lord, what have they done to you,  
here in the land of the Red White and Blue.

One, from the Greatest Generation, dying off into history,
far from the new reality, in the twenty first century.

Genetically modified human embryonic technology,
Big Pharma's ever expanding chemical lobotomy.
No more Slow Sad Joyce to disturb our sensibility.