Best Ritalin Poems
Here’s what I’m thinking now
at the end of the world:
There are no atheists in foxholes—
no theists in politics.
If knowledge is power,
and power corrupts,
then why did I bother reading you, Cicero?
Does it matter that I didn't’t love you?
Would it have mattered if I did?
There’s a poetry reading tonight
whence I’I'll chide other poets
who don’t sit alone.
I won’t bring up death
but I might have to breathe,
even into a mike
and mouth lines to get a snap or a boo
maybe even a wince or two.
Just maybe I’I'll talk about love
and how following your heart is like following a dog—
it only leads to vittles and (female dogs).
But how many times have I used that line
since the story I wrote about you,
a witty and sexy and fictional you?
Most likely I’I'll read something tonight about you.
I won’t recite it from memory
because I don’t think about you that much anymore,
not even when I search for my socks in your drawer
or when I put on the scratchy sweaters you give me,
horizontally striped to bring out my eyes?
I don’t remember your eyes
except they are blue.
And I don’t remember you,
not even when I smell cucumber and apple,
not even when I sleep on my side of the bed
or when you walk through the door
happy to see me;
even then I don’t remember you.
Does it matter that I don’t love you?
Would it have mattered if I did?
How about a few one-liners
for the end of days?—
Depression is self-awareness,
which you’d know if you were;
I need Ritalin to listen to you,
Lithium to hug you,
Viagra to feel you,
and Valium to sleep.
All you need
is me standing there, waiting at home
with turns of phrase and word plays
telling you about why I hate Ayn Rand
but want to buy as much as I can
and how I love celebrity gossip
and detest poetry slams
and find rhyming trite
except when I am.
Hypocrites can still be right,
which you do understand
because you nod at my nonsense
about fighting the man.
But now, at the end of all things—
I’m speechless and witless and pointlessly well-read,
and you’re just sitting there, smiling
asking me to pass the bread.
Categories:
ritalin, angst, confusion, death, depression,
Form:
Blank verse
cognitive enhancement
energy Adderall
sideffects depression
solution Ritalin
additive A.D.D.
Note: this is a new style I am working on called a 3 X 2 (three by two), each line has two three-syllable words, any length with no punctuation.
Categories:
ritalin, drug, science,
Form:
Free verse
I am putting out a beacon on the A-M, I Am Legend morning double-dutch
Pepsi cola, paranoia, post-exilic high school drama. Stop.
Is there anybody out there, I’m hoping you can hear me
Break the door, cover down, but most of all believe me
I haven’t seen another human being in this God forsaked oasis
who wouldn’t place me in his iron-sights just to bury me with the faceless
tasteless, and all around degenerate in-animates
that beheld the new millennium and become some pickled-plastered shits.
50 milligrams of trapazene and a metric ton of ritalin
with any luck will keep me from burning down New York like a Marvel Movie villain
Like ninety percent destruction, like the news on nine-eleven
like the peter parker web net, catching mary jane to save the day
top story at eleven.
Back to you Jen! Thanks Bob.
We are on the precipice of New World Order, but not what we were promised
by the inside job, swiss bank, illuminate, and Rothschild alarmists
This is not the Black Pope signing off on Masonic acts of terror
But a voluntary waiver to exclude yourself from error
Like bubble gum “POP POP”, likes oops that wasn’t me
This is merely just an act of infallible insanity
Temporary numbing off the senses til it lingers
Let the beasts in his cage lick the cheesy powder off your fingers
In the year of 1980 there was a scientific discovery
indeed the researchers were baffled by this nihilist anomaly
They kept a scaly monster locked up, Isla Sorna penitentiary
But they didn’t tell the people what the spectacle was meant to be
The monster was a man, and the man an animal
I don’t believe I’m ever getting out of this dirt hole.
The monster was a man and the man an animal.
Categories:
ritalin, slam,
Form:
Free verse
The three R’s of education begin
with reading ‘riting and Ritalin.
Children are labeled mentally ill
because they fidget and won’t sit still.
Normal actions diagnosed to be
the symptoms of ADHD,
so psycho pharmacy can push a pill
to cure psychiatry’s invented ill.
You’re targeted from your infancy
to develop drug dependencies.
And spend your life consuming pills
medicating invented ills.
Drugs are poisons with side effects
that alter mechanisms of intellect
with substances that are known to be
toxic to your brain chemistry.
Minds cannot withstand the strain
of mans assault upon the brain,
and those minds can explode
into psychotic episodes.
You may find yourself in killer mode
from a demon circuit overload,
in a classroom full of dead
and a gun held up to your head.
The machineries of a nation run
on the intellect of its population.
Drug a populations intellect
and it will become derelict.
A population of addicts
living day to day, fix to fix,
dwindling down pill by pill
until that nation’s pulse is still.
Categories:
ritalin, education, psychological, drug,
Form:
Couplet
Times have changed but kids have not, always pushing against the rule.
Always trying to step over the line, every single day at the school.
It was once “Get to the office. Line up, then put your hands out in the air”.
Or, “You’re getting the paddle kid, now bend over the table or chair.”
And kids calmed down, pulled their socks up, and dared not complain.
Never let the folks know, no tears or sobs, no sign of physical pain.
But then we removed the capital, withdrew the leash, the leash to deter and curb.
Replaced it with Ritalin, medicated Meth, Adderall, and a souped up little herb.
So now the consequence is not a paddle, a belt, or six of the best.
It’s a medicated lobotomy like in “One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest”.
Kids didn’t change their inquisitive nature, their desire to question and probe.
Society did, choosing instead, to just drug these young kids’ frontal lobe.
Categories:
ritalin, drug, kid, society,
Form:
Rhyme
They want to be skin and bones with plastic wasters,
They want to be stupid, they want to be famous,
Fake, superficial and contagious,
"She don't want your love,
She wants your money, boy."
Modern royalty want cash in hand,
Ritalin,vicodin, and diazepam,
Valium,lithium, any kind of medication,
Liposuction, collegen,
Round and round we go again.
Plastic Nose, cushion butts, Botox and plastic chest,
You're not quite right, but you tried your best.
Mattel rang, Hey Barbie they want you back in your box,
You're allowed to have 'fun', but not too much.
Media, media, media everyday hysteria,
Disroders coming out your ears; and you think we're inferior?
Ignorance is bliss, I guess.
Open your eyes, blink twice and think,
Your life is perfect, isn't it?
Categories:
ritalin, life, passion, slam,
Form:
Form: Monorhyme
Indigos, light workers, empaths are hear
Struggling to change the errors of yesteryear
Power, money, corruption and greed
Will no longer be the motive that leads
The 60's, the freedom, they tried with defiance
The ones in power had them silenced
Like darwins theory of evolution
We are born for the revolution
There is too much pain in the world we've created
The ones who have tried have been banished and sedated
With antidepressants, Ritalin and crack
A lot of the indigos have been held back
This change will come, but take many a year
When it is over, they'll be no more fear
Light flashes in the southern hemisphere
Vanaheim be the gate ye see elated
Bravery and courage is what did appear
Appearance just like that one of Paul Revere
Remember now what he had advocated
Light flashes in the southern hemisphere
First of course he was moving in high gear
Gravity of mission not understated
Streaking across the western hemisphere
His words could be heard cyrstal clear
It's time for you to be all federated
Light flashes in the southern hemisphere
His words ran faster than speed of a light year
Ringing that all had become emancipated
So, to all take your own regins to commandeer
Just go tell fear to get the heck out of here
Cause now you know, I am associated
Light flashes in the southern hemisphere
Now you can continue to fly down the track
Categories:
ritalin, adventure, community, , western,
Form:
Villanelle
“Truth isn’t truth,”
that’s what some Cap’n Obvious toady recently said
He was pissy mad, when his angry tears wet the bed
Lieutenant Rudy Brown-Nose
a has-been sniffing the swine caboose breeze:
Loco breath wafting
between sulfuric methane, prune puckered lips —
sphincter pie holes half-closed
Politrician power tools pocket plugged into their patsy roles,
says with dark chaos authority: Everything is under control
Public trust pirates,
dressed in
populist parrot disguise,
love $inging tavern song$
Foaming out the frothy, dark-amber lager lies
Iscariot getaway chariots
be karaoke squealing yellow snow —
highway robbery melodies
Money green
dollar rain
golden showers
On silver cloud vapor piles,
sticky six-finger flies
be spitting out
buzz-kill dung beetle cries
Butt of the jokes be the wench reward
for the stumbling,
power-drunk whores
Wet froggy kisses
scraping the sky
for a few rubles more
$ee the neon $ign $potlight in the $ky,
it’s showing some Two-Face, penny-wise liar
(Riddling?)
Ritalin up the final justice score
Bat-crazy, Commish slum lord
got the Lewd tenant
boot-licking
filthy lucre crumbs on the floor
Dog whistles got the railroad cage bent ...
Wall Street woofers on a barf paid, carny bark yell
Every foul commodity bowel movement
do slug leave a regurgitated profit stench vomit trail
While the vote suckers are on the slow buy,
their Good Ship Lollipop is on a quick sell
“Truth isn’t truth,”
is what some Cap’n Crunch croaker just said
That’s a mouth full of self-serving, apron purse ties
Sweet Georgia boo pecan pie is tasty cow pucky lies
Go on ... take another covetous slice,
and a couple more burglar bites
Wet froggy kisses
scraping the sea below
for a few dollars mo’
Spitballing Prince of Tides
love muddying the waters so
Sold old truths as new lies
“Truth is truth,”
ain’t what some Cap’n Ahab toady just white lie wail said
It crocodile aqua lava seems
the Cap’n Nemo Lying King
is gonna sleep well tonight, on your hot Pompeii water bed
Categories:
ritalin, character, integrity, philosophy, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
It smells like a cardboard box
holding rows of an escape from reality
but who defined reality
was deja vu an afterthought of reality
banished to the rubbish wagon of a society
choking on an assumed reality
Pitter patter goes the rain of pills
pills for everyone
stick out for tongue and catch the rain
what did ya get?
ecstacy ritalin prozac viagra?
they'll all get you high
a ***** or a bender
what'll it be
Love hate
are these emotions?
or pills force fed us by a society
desperate for deviants and pain
phony or real swallow the pill
I think Captain Willard
said it best:
"It smelled like slow death in here"
even worse
its smells like a pharmacy in here
Categories:
ritalin, angst, death, depression, loss,
Form:
Free verse
Little Santa Helpers
Santa has outsourced his services to child labourers from Bangladesh they
fit zero-sized through chimneys much easier and the leaner they are the
better they share full of joy in the globalised feast of winter communion
Detached they are from ‘wrongful’ beliefs and so much happier for their distant
faithful relation to Christmas plus they are used to half naked toil with
loin cloths draped in native design and fig-leafed in the wider scheme of migrant
extortion minimum wage wasted on them but they might get some
tips from little children on other sides of divides if those can catch them in glee
But then there are milk ‘Ho Ho Beer’ and biscuits by the fireplace laced with
incense and Prozac not licensed for young ones maybe but the booze as willing
sign of cross-culturalization is surely inclusive and a Peace offering sponsored by
‘Alcohol Without Borders’ while the odd trace of Ritalin keeps ordered control
Santa is not really burnt out but neo-liberal delegation is the vogue of the month
and post traumatic stress drones and hoovers on his sick note nevertheless
as his bonuses and shares float on Panamanian waters and now he needs a lungi
as well instead of the red coat extra large without doubt as he burps in the sand
The Bangladeshis meanwhile chirp in silent frost bitten nights but at least there
are soot and ashes no sunburn sometimes carrots with broom sticks thereafter
almost a year of ‘social’ benefits homely rest recuperation free time for Mohamed
They scrub brush and sand their dehydrated skins by the Ganges until they come
to accept the ‘Terms of their Trade’ bow to diversity’s splendour and discern what
is dirt and what their skin colour and it’s the latter that keeps them employed
28th November 2016
Categories:
ritalin, abuse,
Form:
Free verse
Let’s hear three cheers for the decade of disinfectant!
Clean out your insides with cheap vodka!
Blow your brains out with Nirvana!
Your breath reeking of teen spirits,
Does weed count as a vegetable?
You’re getting your five a day,
Candyman on the corner
Selling sweets for afters,
Don’t forget the medicine cabinet buffet,
Your mother’s migraine pills,
And faded Ritalin packets,
From the good old days,
We are the children,
Of the Children of the Revolution,
The Harbingers of Revulsion,
And the Standard Bearers of Revolvers,
Desperate for you to know how much we don’t care,
Something’s wearing secret holes inside us,
Nuclear fallout?
The brainfry radiation from our phones?
A big ass moth chewing at our soul fabric,
Fill them up with whatever’s close to hand,
Smoke and smut and other people’s bodies,
There’s a virus swimming in our systems,
Pump it full of alcohol,
Drink it, drown it, bleed it out,
A stolen bottle of Jacks and a bargain basement penknife,
That oughta do the trick,
Living for the weekend,
Cheap thrills and easy kicks,
How’s that for a creed to live and die by,
We are the future,
Headmasters and Principles of the world join forces,
And spread the good word,
Patrons of pontification,
They preach to us about keeping America united,
And Britain great,
Well hold ‘em high!
Put your hands in the air like ya just don’t care!
We’ll return the favour and pump the lot of them full of pills
Of the plumbum variety,
That’ll edu-ma-cate ‘em.
That’ll learn ‘em good and proper!
We don’t like Mondays.
Categories:
ritalin, sad, satire, social, teen
Form:
Indigos, light workers, empaths are hear
Struggling to change the errors of yesteryear
Power, money, corruption and greed
Will no longer be the motive that leads
The 60's, the freedom, they tried with defiance
The ones in power had them silenced
Like darwins theory of evolution
We are born for the revolution
There is too much pain in the world we've created
The ones who have tried have been banished and sedated
With antidepressants, Ritalin and crack
A lot of the indigos have been held back
This change will come, but take many a year
When it is over, they'll be no more fear
Tanis troutman
Categories:
ritalin, change, corruption, destiny, earth,
Form:
Monorhyme
Hypothesis:
Hurt is
Whether you want it
Or not
Experimental Design:
In whatever a day is
And while appearing sane
I will work my way through
One bottle of drugstore scotch
One nickel bag of back alley weed
One 10-year-old’s scrip of Ritalin
Results:
Scotch hurts
And I want a dime of weed
And a grown-up’s scrip for Vicodin
Conclusion:
Hypothesis proven -
But damn
I don’t care anymore
Categories:
ritalin, anger, drug, hurt, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
SO YOU THINK CHILDREN
ARE OUT OF CONTROL.
NO NEED TO TELL ME
I ALREADY KNOW.
CHILDREN ARE CHILDREN
THEY'RE STARTING TO GROW.
PHYSICALLY, MENTALLY
AND SPIRITUALLY I HOPE.
THEY DON'T NEED RITALIN,
THEY'LL RUN OUT OF GAS.
BEING RAMBUNCTIOUS
GETS OLD PRETTY FAST.
THEY DON'T NEED PSYCHOTIC
OR DESIGNER DRUGS.
NOT ALL KIDS
WANT TO GROW UP TO BE THUGS.
GIVE THEM THE TRUTH,
GIVE THEM DIRECTION.
LET THEM RUN FREE
AND WATCH THE REFLECTION.
THEY DON'T NEED SUPPRESSION,
THEY DON'T WANT TO BE SLAVES.
LET THEM GROW UP
AND PAVE A NEW WAY.
THE WORLD IS CHANGING.
LET IT CHANGE FOR THE BEST.
CONTROL VERSUS FREEDOM
IS A PSYCHOLOGICAL TEST.
SHADOW GOVERNMENTS
ARE BEING EXPOSED.
MIND OVER MATTER
IS SEEKING CONTROL
Categories:
ritalin, freedom, identity, image, life,
Form:
Free verse
Stirred up mocus adrenaline bubble,
Piling sandbags against this rising tide.
Give me focus, else mouth will find trouble,
Prozac, Ritalin, or yet, a hard ride?
The shrinks call it demon anxiety,
But this mind sees another assignment.
This sacred outpouring of energy,
Pedal smashing Chakra realignment.
Jittery feet to pedals: Clip, clip, roll.
More push/strain/burn, faster the scenery.
Wind howl numbs the ears, wolf howl wakes the soul,
Knots within melt, exultant liberty.
Burst dam, torrid current has flowed away.
Glowing soul raiment for another day.
© February 23, 2016
Categories:
ritalin, anxiety, psychological,
Form:
Sonnet