The Med Solution
It's my foundation
A lot of medication
It's my salvation
I'll be taking meds
To straighten out my old head
It's just as I said
It's why I don't drink beer
Because I might disappear
Or act kind of *****
Please give me my meds
I'll take them until I'm dead
That's something I read
Smoke my cigarette
Talk to the moon and forget
All of my regrets
What is so obscene
Pages of a magazine?
TV that I seen?
I live in a dream
Nothing is as it would seem
What is the meaning?
They are meds not drugs
Helps my brain crawling with bugs
Where's the hole I dug?
I need a place to hide
I need a brand new disguise
I can't fool her eyes...
What's the solution?
Where is the evolution?
What's the pollution?
It's all in my brain
What happens after the rain?
Will I be insane?
What is left of me?
Time is moving speedily
Save soul and body...
Copyright © Jeff W. Watson | Year Posted 2021
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