The Beatles and anger

So I told the psychiatrist she was insane and my way was better because her world sucked.

"Love" the air fills with a dark sarcasm, "is all you'll ever need."
"Life has fallen from the golden scarab standard of the sixties, Ms. Robinson.
The futuristic buildings have gathered mold and the women in pearls plastered with smiles feel so hollow now.
I wonder what happened to the person who dreamed of the hover car, how far he fell.
How can it be that the country that got a man on the moon can fail to educate its children?
How did the politicians break in one of their five houses?"