Best Zoloft Poems

“Zoloft.” was someone’s loud, quick answer.	
“Yasmin.” I heard, spoke by another.  Huh?		
“Xanax.” Was then offered.						

	While these people shouted, I stared, perplexed.	

“Valium, is inside my pocketbook,							
Unisom, too.  It’s up to you.” said some voice.				

	”Thank you,” I began, “you are all dear,			
	Seems though, I have...

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Not in tea leaves, in shoelaces tie existence--their harsh and meshing material
bound, tethered, undone with a gentle pull. 
 
The bunny ears
and clumsy fingers bouncing along the faux-marble
hallways: the future politicians and CEO's and poets
wiping caked mucus on the white-washed brick foundations--
babbling babbling babbling babbling.
A...

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Espresso and billows of cigarette smoke
start your life each day, to underwrite and
elevate the squeaky neurosis you display.
Freud and Prozac and Xanax keep you level
but flat, add 60 milligrams of amphetamines
to get your motivation back.

Some say its “creative style” while others say
“you’re very ill” as...

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Hopscotch playing
Dragon slaying
Home alone staying
   Child of a broken home
Liquor sneaking
***** peaking
Experimental tweaking
   Adolescent always stoned

Cigarette smoking
Eating then choking
Closet toking
   Average American whore
Cake baking 
Zoloft taking
Dinner making
   Wife and mother of 4

Empty nest
Did your best
Cheers to the...

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How much more can I take?
Searching for love only to find dust in the wind
Sick and tired of the same ol same ol
I know, I know I’ll never meet someone like you ever again
Pictures before our wedding you had a magical glow
Now you walk around...

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Aint Throwin my'self off no bridges
God made the Ocean for the fish

And at the risk of soundin' religious
Suicide wont be gettin' his wish

Sister Mercer, sister Bailey,
Sing me through this

 'Nough Blues in my suitcase
To make the Titanic sink
'Nough bills in my briefcase
To make a Nun...

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do you live in an empire like i, that
denies its adults the right to use drugs 
that it can’t control & in the same breath,
fills its children full of “medications” 
deemed appropriate by psycho****ingmaniacs 
who follow in B.F Skinner’s footsteps, 
“treating” 
younger & younger children
like...

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Sadness

turns into madness 
people explode in 
Movie Theaters;
People explode on roads; 
People have road rage 
on this road called life."
Say it soft shhh hush 
CAN you say
"Zoloft "

Resentments

In churches, where 
black-folk congregate.
Under the protection of the 
Lord.
Were killed in his presence 
by programmed youth under
mind...

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We are being taught what is not important
"Follow your Hear- a... your money or time is money."
We are being taught an illusion
Disconnected from the land that feeds us

Keep building more buildings
More highways, more factories, more trains
Never mind about producing food
We'll eat the cement and steel

How...

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Eyes willed open
Pinballing to the bathroom,
Fishing for my wet junk, to uncork yesterday's debacle. 
The 5 liter box, tapped, is one half turn
Away from a brand new day.
Zoloft, somas, oxys and ativans.
Chug-a-lug-a candy chemicals...
Peaceful electric brain sex..
All wrapped up in cotton,
steady sweat pours out the...

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Do you think you'd be happy if there were no God?
Well, I wonder if that could be true?
It would seem to suggest that your life has no meaning,
If so, are you sure, that is OK with you?

Though simplicity’s something that I give high praise,
Does the...

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Sedated mental health related
sedation no vegas vacation anxiety is the relation...ship
PTSD is like a constant constipated ****
It's not a STD or VD but both are a *****
mental health isn't contagious you can't catch it
you go to the doctors they keep asking
how you feel you better...

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The Art of Being Empty 
I was baptized in the TV light of The Biggest Loser  
and worshipped a version of myself that I believed 
could go forty days without eating, like Jesus. 
 
I packed my lunchbox with a communion 	
of teeth-whitening strips...

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"Here it is...
Darkness closes in
They say 'be happy'
Where do I begin?
I guess therapy

But how will that end?
Will it work?
Can I go forever?
Will they make me stop?

Zoloft, lexapro, seratonin reuptakes
Here take these
And put on a happy face

Am I missing something?
Is this how life should be?
Taking drugs...

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The Young and the Anxious
We are a new youth in an old world
We are constantly told to calm down
We are constantly told to relax 
Told of times “back in my day”
From an older generation who knows nothing
Of the conflicts we face in the present
I’m here...

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