The Karma of Pharma

In the morning I take heed, I need my fix… Running around like a headless steed, I start to mix… Just an ambient aphrodisiac, my tantalizing tea… A dormant astral amnesiac, in a matrix reality… My deficit hyperactivity starts to mourn, I need my stimulant… Relying on prescription worn, a narcoleptic nilpotent… Looking for my performance enhancer, I strike a pose… I turn into an exotic dancer, where are my clothes? I’m an electrical euphoriant, just plug me in… A vexing viral variant, a sinister seductive sin… A deprived dopamine, searching for neural transmission… My effusive endocrine, in a rambunctious remission… In my magnetic resonance imaging, chronic pain in depression… Where dimensions are diminishing, I’m open to confession… Please unplug me from the world, time to disappear… Cover me within a comfy curled, take away the fear. April.07.2019 Your Amphetamine Sponsored by: Anthony Slausin