Mama always said," If you aint a good little girl, I'll put you in the Cracker Farm!"

Her Mama's threat had come to pass,
She now lived in the insane asylum at last.
Thrown amid the droolin mass,
This was her fate, the die had been cast.
Wild-eyed strangers, screamed and moaned,
This living Hell was now her home.
Vacant eyes watched and stared,
Afraid to move, she huddled in a chair.
An old hag, screamed a lullaby,
To a doll she shook, cause she thought it cried.
A slack-jawed man, with gnarled fingers, gave her a poke,
He laughed hysterically, her scream was his joke.
Then more inmates gathered around,
They pulled and tugged at her hair and gown.
She screamed and screamed, but no one came,
No one bothered, for she was judged insane.
She screamed until she lost her voice,
She whimpered and trembled, knowing she had no choice.
She was entombed with the living dead,
With babbling entities, who were demented and out of their head.
She prayed daily for death and sweet release,
Day or night, she got no peace.
She now fits in, see her vacant stare?
As she rocks and smiles, a wild thing in a chair.

Music: Welcome To The Jungle