A Prayer To St Duloxetine

St. Duloxetine, thee we beseech Our chemical plaster to fill the breach Between raw emotions and hard reality Our primal instincts and plastic society Give to your supplicants a brightened scene With norepinephrine, serotonin, dopamine So traffic jams hum not so loud Mindless tasks morph to puffy clouds Pastel pinks from glowing reds Dark clouds lighten over our heads Ease the wear of countless miles Flatten our frowns, deepen our smiles Relieve of us of our myriad obsessions Lengthen our spousal bonding sessions Allow us to be more like our Savior Free from socially unproductive behavior No clay-colored stools or gastrointestinal pain, Just another day without psychic rain And of burning questions in our heads How gently you put them to bed And should we cry as it all flies by Sing our weary souls a lullaby 5/3/16 © Thomas W. Quigley