Unrelenting
they came to be
words
cementing lunacy
and talismans
for all to see
this madness
that's afflicting me.

It's a dictionary to dine upon
one more sedation
then I'm gone,all
quiet in the infirmary with the
madness that's afflicting me.

The doctor said I'm doing well,but
what the hell do doctors know
with their fake degrees and sky high fees
no minimum,no need for glum
just take the happy pill,ooh
what a thrill
***** me down please,Jack and Jill
and leave this hill alone.

They won't let me home, and say
I've got to stay
until they reach a moratorium and
then I'll end up down
the sanatorium.

More than Bethlem,
less than some men and
some men are less.

I profess to know which way this wind will blow and
like the weather vane
I'll spin again,I suppose
eventually I'll be insane.
A self fulfilling prophecy,or
just reinvented lunacy,
all the same to me,
I'll keep taking medication,
pray hard and wait for some salvation.

And then the graveyard waits for me,and for
other lunatics,
I see them lining up against the fence.
The fence that's no defence.

In the words which play with me,
lunacy or not,
it seems
these words are all I've got,them and
the doc