Ode to Psychiatry

Not every day should a girl question, The false nature of intentions. Not every day should a girl concern, Herself with rational's return. This is an ode to psychiatry, Oh, you did so much for me! Thanks, for all the tissue boxes! I never knew how much I lost it. Not every day is a girl to be surprised, With three new labels and their pocketbook guides. Not every day should a girl expect, To be the subject of dissection. Why, do I feel so awful? All I do is swallow, swallow. It, does, seem unlawful, to be so ineptly followed. It, isn't, my withdrawal- That, makes me feel so hollow. Must, be, some misconception. Someone got the wrong impression. Not every day should a girl question, What's behind chemical intention. But now it's time for me to mention, Quickly now and pay attention, When you think you got it all wrong, How long 'til you think you're all gone? “god bless wyeth” November 25th, 2010