"Hello cruel world," said Mr. McKate
As he walked out of the asylum gate.
"I've been sheltered here so long
I can't tell right from wrong."
"I've been so far apart from society
That it hardly seems reality,"
He mused as he strolled down the lane.
"It's hard to tell sane from insane."
Mr. McKate's mental states
Keep him occupied
(Anesthesized, for what it's worth)
That's what he expects,
He's one who suspects
He's living on Asylum Earth.