It Smells Like a Pharmacy In Here

It smells like a cardboard box holding rows of an escape from reality but who defined reality was deja vu an afterthought of reality banished to the rubbish wagon of a society choking on an assumed reality Pitter patter goes the rain of pills pills for everyone stick out for tongue and catch the rain what did ya get? ecstacy ritalin prozac viagra? they'll all get you high a ***** or a bender what'll it be Love hate are these emotions? or pills force fed us by a society desperate for deviants and pain phony or real swallow the pill I think Captain Willard said it best: "It smelled like slow death in here" even worse its smells like a pharmacy in here