MENTAL HOSPITAL 2

I am still mentally ill because of the pills,
I spend my time thinking of film stills and staring at window sills,
The planets are moving round,
In each universe of sound,
It is the half an hour build up to tea,
Never a borrower or a lender be,
Old Nessie's crashed out on the lithium,
The clock ticks by the sterile tedium,
There's no parole we're on the dole,
An exorcist, a medium,
Two psychos and a manic,
A car mechanic, somewhat hispanic,
All doing life,
For acting out of character
Drama queen, failed Actor
Stick a needle in your arse and call it love.
To solve the riddle of God above,
The nature of sin,
Thought or deed?
Or too much weed?
Is it innate or LSD induced?
You've got to admit there's something wrong somewhere,
Five doctors the diagnosis deduced,
Hosed him down and shaved his hair,
A Lion in a Lion's lair,
He overdid the whacky backey,
A tragedy tantamount to Nagasaki,
Altercations inevitable in institutions,
Rudely obstructed morning ablutions,
Bored patients constantly torturing each other,
Provoking violence from a brother.