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