Babes in Ritaland

They put a chemical straight jacket on the next Buddy Hackett/ And tied him into Don Knotts/ When he most needed hugs/ He was given just enough drugs to warp his growing brain/ The events that should last/ Go by in a blast/ So fast and with such pain/ Slow things up with speed in a cup/ And keep a boy in line/ He's the teachers' and doctor's pride/ Even though he's dying inside/ She could be another Mary Cassatt/ But they've turned her bright colors gray/ The pill pushers stole her creativity away/ This is the bildungsroman of the sedated generation whose imagination was medicated into submission each day.