Your Patient Awaits Treatment, Doctor

He needs a neurotic antibiotic, If you're not too hectic now. And a narcissistic antiseptic, If you'd conclude to allow.

Call a cathartic medic. He's heart sick With a nickel to his name. Rip the IV from his vein. Don't worry, He's too numb to feel the pain.

He's Feeling Like he's reeling In a cyclical sequence. Like a bicycle pedal of events. Like a little trickle of rain has come To dimple the same simple puddle it came from.

He's too chaotic to settle For the toxic pills we peddle...

We're dealing with An Agnostic Caustic metal, Soft like mercury, But certainly fully fettle.

Hell,

He'll Heal.

Don't know when, Though, the thin Little hill of him Will eventually fill Into a Himalayan Mountain of Zen And compassion again.