I went to my psychiatrist
And told her I felt buried
Because my world is going to hell
And I am very worried
Everything I have’s in hock
For groceries and for gas
The country’s in political gridlock
And the environment’s dying fast
“So am I going crazy, Doc?”
“I do not feel OK”
She looked at me and shook her head
“You’re the sanest person I’ve heard all day”
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