Dorothy Gale, are you okay? Is the Clozapine keeping your twisters at bay? Do the brainless scarecrows invade your dreams? Is your sanity unraveling at the seams?
A lobotomy prescribed, can be done right. No flying monkeys will come tonight. A yellow brick road to your padded room. where a straight jacket waits to seal your doom.
There are no ruby slippers to take you back home. No wizard to cure your psychotic syndrome.