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.
Copyright © Peter Wilson | Year Posted 2007
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