PSYCHIATRY

There are a hundred thousand

Psychiatrists and such

For three hundred million souls

I s’pose that’s not too much

What therefore should we see?

For such a favored land

Decrease in animosity

And peace on every hand

Contentment reign in every school

And happiness increase

An upward curve of knowledge

The growth would never cease

With psychiatrics wisdom

And knowledge all unfurled

Our prison population

The lowest in the world

Half a century ago

There were few drugs in school

Now, with the wisdom of the wise

“No drugs” should be the rule

Divorce some fifty years ago

Was maybe one in ten?

With all these doctors helping us

It should be less than then

But first with Columbine

And now Virginia Tech

We need to ask ourselves, “Who caused

This universal wreck?”

In colleges the killers

Were not the homeless thugs

In every school the gunmen were

On psychiatric drugs

Two point two million in our jails

A grievous social flaw

With males of every age and class

In trouble with the law

Five hundred fifty thousand

The nation steals the kids

Fifty-five percent divorce

Society on the skids

With governmental debt so great

The end will soon be seen

And all the kids on drugs we’ll sink

Beneath the load of green

When all is said and done

It really gives one pause

Psychology the perfect cure?

Or maybe, it’s the cause.

What e’er the measure used

Of failure or success

Psychiatry will play its part

In never ending mess