Thoughts in his head,
Hugging his knees,
Trapped in a room,
Oh, woe is he,
The padded room,
The strapping coat,
All is white,
His mind a-float,
He's simply gone mad,
Crazy, it seems,
He's been committed,
Or so they've deemed,
Sick in the head,
He's not quite right,
Talking of nonsense,
With all his might!
It's pointless for him,
Pills do none,
Talking is futile,
And shock is no fun,
Such despair,
Feeble, is he,
No help for him,
None to foresee.
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