Adjusting To The Madness

I am adjusting to the madness very well.
This place doesn't even look like hell.
With all of the new fangled innovations
I am thankful for the new renovations.

Even ol' Satan seems to be more happy.
Lots of laxatives he seems less crappy.
We try to act like he isn't all there.
He just looks at us with a cold stare.

But I think he is adjusting to therapy.
Its the new drugs I think of invariably.
Or maybe its all the venting he has done.
In any case we let him think he has won.

Wouldn't do any good to argue with him.
Because he is just like the rest of them.
Can't really tell him from the others.
He does have so many sisters and brothers.

But we still check up on him time to time.
We take his vitals and feed him more rhyme.
Our Medicare and Medicare pay for his stay.
I guess we wouldn't have it any other way.