I can tell by the way you take your infusion
You've spent some time in a mental institution
Oh what a dream life would be if only...
They let you keep your etchasketch

You laugh like a banshee gesticulate your delirium
They treat you like a corpse keep you full of candy lithium
What a dream life would be if only...
It hadn't been for Doctor B.

Animate yourself an alternate reality
Consummate a self-pleasing artificiality
You can have yourself a tea

I can tell by the way you take your infusion
You've spent some time in a mental institution
Oh what a dream life would be if only...
They let you keep your etchasketch

I observed a man hunched over a cup of Mountain
Dew a chimichanga at a public cafeteria in Arkansas.
"I bet he's been in a mental institution"
I thought. As it happened. I was correct.
My brother, who is autistic, had his art supplies
taken away from him by health care workers,
Ostensibly as a means of discipline.
Dr. B (Bruno Bettleheim) godfather of Autism and
its diagnosis, concluded that autism is instilled by
The mother. He was, in my opinion, a bad man.