Yet there where locks everywhere.
Oh, yes, locks and locks and locks.
One was so anxious to move up…
going into shock treatments smiling,
ever so cooperative.

They’d wrap you in a white, wet sheet
the first time, but I was told by friends
that if you didn’t give them any fight
they wouldn’t wrap you in a sheet after
that… afterwards with side-effects.

It was really like helping with your own
execution. You’d be sweet and nice and
willing, because they were really doing
something for your benefit that was going
to leave a vicious void, unnoted numbness.

M.J.C.A. and Nita Colgate, 10-30-2005