Oh Perfervid Psychiatrist-Carte Blanche Poem by Sheldon Carruthers

Oh Perfervid Psychiatrist
Why are you forever making labels and writing lists
of things that are wrong with me
it harms the very mind you wish to heal
then you atomise my soul by way of toxins in the form of a pill
It is not science to bully and hache
It is not medicine for that sake
so justify away
ask if I am stupid or gay
depressed or sad
your final conclusion
will always be that I am mad
and that you are the arbitor of righteousness and power
Oh, how you'll look down on us from your ivory tower
and when you die poeple will say how piously you lived
when you took more than you gave
save for a few extra pills and our early graves