welcome to the sanitarium
where they keep our souls in jars.
keep us pinned to petri dishes
so they can infect our hearts with
sars.

it's clean but for the
dried blood on the sheets
and sharpie writing on the walls.

we get high here, and laugh when they tell us
"you're sane"
when we've never been sane at all.

they glue our eyes to dirty windows
and make us wish to leave
these halls.

and the warden beats the boys with quips
and rapes the girls with words,
he acts like he's above us
when he's only three feet tall.

so welcome, love, to the sanitarium
please hand your mind to the man by the door.
he'll take it for you, dissect it and
make you believe you're a pathetic
whore.