Dorothy Gale,
are you okay?
Is the Clozapine keeping
your twisters at bay?
Do the brainless scarecrows
invade your dreams?
Is your sanity
unraveling at the seams?
No witches on brooms
are taking flight,
no flying demon monkeys
are coming tonight.
There's a yellow brick road
to your padded room.
where a straight jacket
waits to seal your doom.
There are no ruby slippers
to take you back home.
No wizard to cure
your psychotic syndrome.
Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 8:20 AM UTC
Dorothy Gale,
are you okay?
Is the Clozapine keeping
your twisters at bay?
Do the brainless scarecrows
invade your dreams?
Is your sanity
unraveling at the seams?
No witches on brooms
are taking flight,
no flying demon monkeys
are coming tonight.
There's a yellow brick road
to your padded room.
where a straight jacket
waits to seal your doom.
There are no ruby slippers
to take you back home.
No wizard to cure
your psychotic syndrome.
"Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore." - Dorothy Gale
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