The shackles of sanity Wrap around his mind With the scent of haldol And risperdol coursing Through neurons quieting The fires that burn within Melting his thorny crown Reducing the messiah To what they call typical Within normal limits Where he sits staring Outside the window In his infinite sadness Missing the conversations He used to hold with friends In the madness
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