Funny Farm
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide,
they’ve found a way to push us all aside.
Used, abused, my rage became too damn loud,
in pursuit of salvation you’ve just turned me out.
Plucked off a stage, amidst of my rage,
I heard a voice say : ”Take that away !“
“Miss, you are just sick in the mind,
we’ll reform you and all of your kind .”
No, no ears will hear me,
while anguished sounds seep from my throat.
No, no eyes will see me,
as I’m being crammed into this strangling white coat.
I used to tell the world society’s a mess,
that’s why I’m locked in here, away from the press.
You’ve gotta be down to go over the top,
and I just can’t seem to make this sarcastic grin stop.
Soetkin, SoeSoe, SuSu, Medusa
11/11/’96
Goeie Walter,
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