Lily and the Shrink 1961.

She never saw it that way,

it was always 

somehow different, 

and no amount 

of pill popping

was going to change that,

altered it slightly, 

but never the same,

at least so she thought.

The shrink, some thin guy,

who had a sweet smile,

tried to get inside her mind,

but he got no further than 

her front door of consciousness,  

and so he thought 

her beyond help

and prescribed 

her a new pill

which she took, 

and nothing

happened, at least 

not in any way

helpful to him, 

and to her

the room became 

full of weird people, 

and the room seemed

to expand, 

and it took her hours

to get across the room,

and when she did 

there was always

some headcase 

who got there before her,

and the new shrink, 

she believed or thought 

was covered in dark fur.