Asylum  (Not Seeking it)

 
He wandered high
He wandered low
He went up
He went down
He’s been here
There and
Everywhere
He’s been around
And around
Do you know
What he found
Psychiatry
Is bullshit
It’s not about prevention
It’s not about cure
Look at their intention
Examine their lure
They are just there
To make you compliant
To make you docile
Turn you into a zombie
Make you immobile
Electrocute your will
Or the thrill of the pill
How deep does the
Rabbit hole really go
As they dig and dig deep
You just can’t fall asleep
They’ve taken a sad man
Turned him into their creation
A paranoid schizophrenic
With no hope of reprieve
They stole his soul
And put it in a jar
Enforced medication
Demanded with menace
Merely witch doctors
Chanting skull rattlers
Snake oil for sale
Turn him incurable
In a ward of incurables
They keep taking the cash
Endless the supply of minds to mash
There is no escape
Bedlam wins hands down
Crazy people need to rise up
Kill their psychiatrists
And write poetry
From the asylum