Medication
these words can't be mine
they sound from a mind
that's health is not fine
they're full of help
and hope
and sorrow and rope
its hard to tell
if the writer can or can't
cope
does he need prosac
or just a fat sack
of dope
maybe i should try it
i wish the voices would
quiet
one says i should feast
one says i should daint
one says you're a saint, you filthy beast
Copyright © Bob Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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