Time Clack
Once upon a distant dream, you were fit and lean.
Could eat almost anything.
Slam drinks until the vampire's sunrise
But still make the whistle on time.
Now your bloated mirror is the alpha enemy.
You need more naps than a preemie baby.
Even the flats seem like a steep climb uphill.
Your countertop is flanked like a mountain of pills.
Some for the mind phantom.
Some for the real ailments.
Piggybacking doctors who don't interact.
It's no longer a balancing act.
It's a swarm of bloodshot-eyed jackals.
Waiting for your collapse.
This didn't happen overnight.
It was a slow decline down a barbed-wire slide.
A concoction of snake oil charmers
Big pharma politicians.
Slippery salesmanship...lack of discipline.
Let us not forget about that sinister, sadistic, -
unforgiving time.
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