They found him broken on the streets
A mind full of hazy crazy notions
So they mended him with Magic Pills
Unguents and other foul type lotions
And they returned him to the streets
Having been so carefully attended
With a paper in his pocket to say
He'd been officially mended
And he wandered off again
In a state of such despair
For his hazy crazy notions
Were no longer hidden there
They found him hanging naked
From a clothes manufactured rope
For without his hidden world
He no longer had any hope
For their intentioned meddling
Was for him a type of rape
Destroying his sanctuary
His only means of escape
The verdict suicide
The only one it could be
Delivered without irony
Before taking afternoon tea
And the world went relentlessly on
Without prejudice fear or undue hate
Secure in the knowledge of
That sharing caring Welfare State
