Psychiatry

Ineptness rears its ugly nose for all to see, it does expose itself regardless of the host. And he who fears the shame the most is at the mercy of the masses, so, in return, he calls them 'asses', makes comments that are so inept, it would be better had he kept them in that little cranial vault. But, then again, those who cry HALT before they do remove all doubt are not the ones who fret and pout. It is the sense that has gone missing, (they even have some trouble pissing and often soil their ironed shorts) , they rarely do excel in sports, in general they're on the border of personality disorder. And as the years go flying by the telomeres of such a guy appear like shreds of fitlhy rags, are paper thin like modern fags. And then the time comes when they cross that hairy line and when they toss all caution to the winds of change the end result will be quite strange. Though usually these people know that a disturbance in the flow of normal thinking has occurred. If, at that time they were referred not to a shrink but to a home they could be given the old brome, a medicine for failing minds, they still could wipe their own behinds, but, as to other mental function they would be over at this junction. It is too bad that psycho-clinics were shut because of public cynics, beancounters pointed out the cost and then those havens were all lost. Today, in sane society we have a wide variety of quite moronic individuals who are, of course the last residuals of incompatibility. That is when genes should never be combined because multiplication of traits leads, always to gyration, all for the sake of cell division, which commandeeers its own decision, a fault of evolution thus. Well, going back, he's missed the bus, shows signs of imminent derailment, there is no pill to cure his ailment. Society must be aware that there exists duty of care. So let us humour them and aid and quickly move them to the shade where all the pressures of our lives seem milder, and where peace arrives. And, lest we look from lofty perches down to conduct repeated searches for more, about to lose their mind I say we would, most likely, find that in the light of sunny days, beyond that prejudicial haze we'd know that some of us are mad. And while this may be very sad would we then point to poor athletics or blame selectional genetics. Or would those rules be inconvenient, as for ourselves a much more lenient and biased standard would apply? It is, at least it seems to me a true dilemma not to be immersed in what's elucidated by experts who have overrated and bent to suit their way of thinking the truth as it was slowly sinking. The clothes of any emperor would fit no Werner Klemperer.