"No, hes not feeling himself today"
"Mummy, I know, its the drugs"
The door is torn from the frame
As he pumps his way through the kitchen
After a night of long soft smoking
A night of hard rocking doping
LSD, they say triggered the symptoms
But the can can took his thoughts
His goals, his dreams
His everlasting Intelligence
Years, of sucking dope
Mutilated his cell membranes
Then tucked into the nucleus
And rooted out his moral defences
Like an army of blood thirsty terminals
They terminate his mind
Dissolve his soul
Fry his last membrane to one
The central nerve breaks
The schizophrenia awakes
The body crumbles into a state of collapse
and those men in white come to get him.
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