Insanity-Hospital

cattle to the slaughter chains tinkering against the metal runway in submission, they march- but one, she's a martyr. head steady, she parks in the back, content; albeit she knows she'll be on the meat rack. the ride's rocky, jerking her about into bars and sweat and shrieking hogs. round 'em up, bring 'em on down; shhh, dear heart; they'll know if you pound and into a patty, you'll be ground. lift your head higher. obey the constraints; an orchestra against the metal. but don't drag your legs- one heifer strumbles and loses her head. they said 60 days for the craze to fester in her head. beneath the guillotine's claw, barely dignified st