You are the wicked witch in whom the devil is well pleased
You shoot us full of geodon and send us to our knees.
If ever there were happy times they certainly are not now:
As we are assaulted with your frustration and beaten at our brow.
Your ego is immense and second only to your philosophy
that the mentally ill are inferior and should be dealt with accordingly.
There is no yellow brick road with a happy promise at the end--
After a diagnosis, there's no point in hoping you'll ever return home again
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