Prozac

Pills from the doc His opinion one cannot mock Need to take the meds Designed to fix bad heads Invented by boffins To save many coffins The meds we take Enough to decorate a cake Do we feel well Do we hell Meds are a bodge Nickname is now podge Big and round Gained more than a pound If only we knew Fat and no one to screw Motivation all askew Can’t drink the brew Aimless and un-driven Fed up with livin Find a purpose for it all Life has become very small.