Psychiatrists twist the truth like a noose around the neck
Every thought they will suspect
Every word you will regret
They’ll give you medication
Without due hesitation
All objections lead to further sections
And institutional corrections
On the mend they’ll tell you
While they force feed you all their drugs
Happily administered by their mental health thugs
If any ones been healed it was heavily concealed
If lying was an art
They would have the greatest of head starts
The jury and the judge the law thats as much
By their own profession they ought to live in a parallel universe or ungodly dimension
Paranoid they say then what the hell are they?

Sheldon Carruthers

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