Prozac Daze
The eighties were a haze of
Prozac daze and sleepless nights
panic stricken midnight flights!
Razor cuts into the vein
not to lose, not to gain
simply just to ease my pain.
Mania’s maddening! Depression kills!
Anti-depressants-Pills! Pills! Pills!
Stomach pumped! Failed again!
Please forgive me for my sin
Psychiatrist say’s, “ Just forget!”
Damn his wry, sardonic wit!
Once is all I can survive!
When I’m dead I’m still alive!
End this agonizing phase!
Deliver me from Prozac daze!
PROZAC IN MY HARD DRIVE
I put Prozac in my hard drive you can't imagine my regret.
Now, the cursor finger flips me off, the arrow shakes and sweats.
There are incoherent sentences on the address bar
with endless threats of suicide that are really quite bizarre.
I put Prozac in my hard drive, now when I surf the internet
every other word is spelled in a different alphabet.
Sometime it's in Cyrillic, sometimes in cuneiform,
sometimes in hieroglyphics and sometimes scientific form.
I put Prozac in my hard drive and I think I went too far,
it spit a CD at me just like a kung fu star.
I am getting kind of nervous wondering what is next,
I get very threatening messages in very vulgar text.
I put Prozac in my hard drive, you know I should have read
the black box warning that the package said.
I hope I can survive this and pray I don't get mauled
while I am waiting for this machine to go through its withdrawals.
A candid confession from you,
when your identity started protruding
from innocent rage.
You were accepting defeat
without a fight.
The lips tell the grief of human failure,
your prudence propped up
by Prozac.
A beautiful collection of anxieties
adorned on the shelf of life.
A cruise in veins
to dispel the high cholesterol
dewy-eyed mirror
and ambulating pain.
SATISH VERMA
Pills from the doc
His opinion one cannot mock
Need to take the meds
Designed to fix bad heads
Invented by boffins
To save many coffins
The meds we take
Enough to decorate a cake
Do we feel well
Do we hell
Meds are a bodge
Nickname is now podge
Big and round
Gained more than a pound
If only we knew
Fat and no one to screw
Motivation all askew
Can’t drink the brew
Aimless and un-driven
Fed up with livin
Find a purpose for it all
Life has become very small.
Zac you are a pro
When it comes to feeling
Nothing,
you take me to a place
Without sensation.
To numb the pain you take
Both dark and light,
I have become
A shadow of last springs flower,
I have become
An arid vessel with nothing to carry.
Zac you are a pro
At seeing things a different way;
But I like the color
And the twisted shapes,
I like the tears and how they taste,
I like that there is still something within
That beats.
You are a pro Zac at what you do,
But I like my tuneful sadness
And my strange ways,
I no longer wish for the emptiness you offer
But crave some kind of life instead.
You are a bitter pill
That I can no longer stomach
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