Give me my dose,
So, I don't make a scene.
Slam it home in me now
Thorazine.
No one gets dazzled by
a spectacle anymore
My lock-down lady friend
tends best to my weary bones.
Since her psychiatrist
doubled the dosage on her Trazodone.
Nurse, where's my medication
don't make me scream
Or I'll slam it all now
Thora-zine
The Shrink was a no-show
as I waited and waited,
weaving a basket in O.T.
over-medicated.
The nurse takes liberty
to ratchet up my dose .
Then, like a salad, I'm tossed
in their quiet room
unkept,,
drugged to unresponsive, almost comatose.
When I'm released back to the ward
I'll try my best
to keep goosip down to a hush
Heaven forbid us loonies
kick up a fuss .
We'll find a way to shake their foundations,
with you at my side.
Together, we'll show them
on Haldol, we'll ride
.
Restraints can't stop us
with their zip ties, and, leather straps
Though they chafe and they burn ...
We'll throw up their pills
then shuffle off to the day room
spaced out
on Mellaril
The charge nurse
unlocks the quiet room door.
with plans on unveiling
her next match making scheme.
The head doctor decided
I'm to hook up
with my latest main squeeze.
Madame. Stella-zine.
she's got unbeatable chemistry
Sanctioned to be
my one and only
mother approved,
soul mate supreme.
I've tried going cold turkey
and breaking it off clean
with old Mi Amor
Madmoiselle
Thora-zine
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