Bipolar Med Bets

Seroquel made me sleep and gain weight, Abilify constantly made me pace, But Paxil made me lose my cool, Plus talk too much like a fool, And Geodon gave me insomnia of late... So either fattened up in a grog, To the point of being a hog, Or join the forced march, Which is so very hard, All to save others from my lot, Or get enraged at the drop of a hat, With suicide listed as a side effect, Or have peculiar ways, Because of twenty-eight hour days, To save myself Bi-Polar wrecks. I am tired of all of this, I get angry and have fits, I've never been more unsure, Since I sought a simple cure, Yet I am told to keep on it. It was not this bad before, These medicines these horrors, Being led to the slaughter, Told always I oughta, Keep this regimen enforced. I am starting to think of ending it all, Medicating the stallion in the stall, Just release and be free, To be the me I want to be, Keep the men in white coats on call. No this is really serious, It really makes me furious, They give me pills untrusted, I continue to get busted, So what good does it do for us. I'd rather have the happy and sad, Than be forced either way instead, Because non-stop happy is dismal, And sleeping my whole life abysmal, I'd rather have what I once had. To give respect and to be respected, Rather than constantly corrected, To be treated by others the same, Bi-Polar is not part of my name, I don't need to always be inspected. My medicine hides my I.Q. of 156, I sold estates, businesses, and insurance, Corporate, computer and business Guru, I've done much more than any of you, Yet I'm still seen as the retarded kid, All of these meds I have taken, Made me worse than I had been, So off these dastardly pills I go, As soon as I am free to do so, For only then will I finally be free. - My Gull Wheels On