Medication time.
To the brainsick,
To the mad,
To the psychopaths,
And me.
One's stuttering and suicidal.
Stepping on death with the nurse guiding his feet.
Why, he needs love don't you see?
The other is impatient, neurotic.
Soothed by tobacco that the nurse burned in his cries.
Why, he needs a hand for stability don't you see?
The third is high-and-mighty, attention seeking.
For the nurse stitches suspicion to his back, needles to his wife's infidelity.
Why, he needs appreciation, don't you see?
Though I have love plenty,
I can run through the walls of my brain,
And i have confidence enough.
Could I melt the air to sanity?
We would inspire the windy freedom,
Trap salt in the pores of our clinical skin.
Stirr the ocean in delirious waves,
So can I unchain the loonies?
Before you will chain me.
In leather belts of your incapability.
Slicing my soundness,
With electricity.
Conducting illness,
to my brain.
With your nursing hands I too,
became insane.
"One flew over the cuckoo's nest"
