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I can tell by the way you take your infusion You've spent some time in a mental institution Oh what a dream life would be if only... They let you keep your etchasketch You laugh like a banshee gesticulate your delirium They treat you like a corpse keep you full of candy lithium What a dream life would be if only... It hadn't been for Doctor B. Animate yourself an alternate reality Consummate a self-pleasing artificiality You can have yourself a tea I can tell by the way you take your infusion You've spent some time in a mental institution Oh what a dream life would be if only... They let you keep your etchasketch I observed a man hunched over a cup of Mountain Dew a chimichanga at a public cafeteria in Arkansas. "I bet he's been in a mental institution" I thought. As it happened. I was correct. My brother, who is autistic, had his art supplies taken away from him by health care workers, Ostensibly as a means of discipline. Dr. B (Bruno Bettleheim) godfather of Autism and its diagnosis, concluded that autism is instilled by The mother. He was, in my opinion, a bad man.