Eric’s Psychosis

People are strange when you’re a stranger

Faces look ugly when you’re alone

Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted

Streets are uneven when you’re down

[Chorus]

When you’re strange

Faces come out of the rain

When you’re strange

No one remembers your name

When you’re strange

When you’re strange

When you’re strange

The Doors


Eric’s Psychosis

 

Societal stigmata marks him

as psychotic

his astigmatism needs

correcting

 

As he flies over

the cuckoo’s nest

seeing differently

to everyone else

 

At the home for the disturbed

it is best, for that way

no one else

will ever be perturbed

 

Taking up a bed at Bedlam

or send him to

Topeka State Hospital

to have him castrated

 

We don’t want the gene pool

affected, in case it is catching.

His visions and dreams

have no substance

no application

 

He is simply

a blot, a canker

that is best excised

from all memory

and cauterized

 

Almost clever enough

to be plausible,

even believable;

a dangerous psychotic

and not to be trusted

 

Truss him up

and gag him

pad his cell

and throw away

the keys

 

Societal stigmata marks him

as psychotic

his astigmatism needs

correcting