Low Battery
My job's a bore,
it pays some bills
and helps me buy
my sleeping pills.
It pays for female
hormones, too
and Prozac so
I won't get blue.
It pays for pills
I split in half
(the uppers I must
make to last)
He only prescribed
me thirty-two
when they are gone,
what will I do?
Some more Excedrin
with caffeine
to try and fuel
this old machine.
They pay me just
to sit and stare
at rhythms in
the monitor's glare.
Most of the time,
I'm doing nil.
I look forward to
my sleeping pill.
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