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We’ve made a reservation,
a vacation just for you.
The rooms are kept quite private,
to enhance your special moods.

The meds are recreational,
provided free of charge.
We recommend you try them all,
to find your ‘shooting star’.

Dinner’s served at seven,
on the other side of time.
Don’t fret about an evening suit,
your one-sleeve jacket’s fine.

The show tonight’s an improv,
something from your younger days.
The stage has been sedated,
for the drama, we call, Rage.

Sit right back, enjoy the show,
we promote participation.
What was that? You’re not alone?
They’re just hallucinations.

Please listen to the pleasant voice,
which hides inside your head.
At times the show’s quite brutal,
and the actors--well--they're dead.

The doctor will come shortly,
for your dose of ‘sweet forget’.
He’ll even help you tie your shoes,
and clean up all the mess.

We ask that you return all props,
you’ve borrowed from the kitchen.
The chef will need his butcher’s knife,
for tomorrow night’s creation.

We’re pleased we could accommodate,
and fan insanity’s spark.
The theater of your mind,
demands an encore in the dark.

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