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Prozac Poems - Poems about Prozac


Prozac Daze
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...

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Categories: prozac, crazy, dark, depression, drug,
Form: Rhyme
Prozac In My Hard Drive
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...

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Categories: prozac, funny, me,
Form: Couplet



Prozac
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...

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Categories: prozac, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: I do not know?
Prozac
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...

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Categories: prozac, angst, happiness, health, life,
Form: I do not know?
Prozac
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...

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Categories: prozac, angst, confusion, health, loss,
Form: I do not know?




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