Anticipating Freedom

Some day I’ll be free

From cursed psychiatry

Yes I will spread my wings

Accomplish many things!

Psychiatry is no joke

Though at it fun I poke

Trying to make light

Of a cruel & lethal plight!

With my discharge on the cards

My life is in tatters & shards

Eat, smoke, sleep, repeat

Ne’er to admit defeat!

But I’ve piled on the kilos

My body just grows & grows

With freedom I will shrink to fit

For now, I feel like shit!

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