It’s weird how you’re so high, though
You started by feeling oh so low.
I see the pills every night, it’s
So pathetic you don’t even fight it
We all know why you don’t work
Just lie about, you parasite-like jerk
Now you’ve started bringing your ‘friends'
Got the same goal and same ends
Who’ll beat us with such zeal
If we refuse you a meal
So we bow our heads in submission
You put us in position
Below you. You think you’re a god?
That mountains can crumble at a single nod?
You certainly act like it, you’re so deranged
Become addicted, and you think nothing’s changed
The lumps you eat at midnight hour
I remember—they called it Power
Yes, I remember, when we took you to the store
You convinced us that you needed more
First it helped you think clearer, more kindly
Like when you first asked, “Do you guys mind me?”
The trial breezed over, time for the real thing
First it was really working seriously working omg working
Then came the u-turn, after the traffic light
It came slowly, as if to build up its might
Then bang, no more choice
You made us lose our voice
Without cutting out our tongues
Or filling up our lungs
Well it seems tolerance erodes faster than sand
Especially with an insensitive hand
Believe me when I say I’m darn done
I’ll take them away one by one
Until you have learned
Until your withdrawal seizes you
Passes you
And you have returned.

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Anarchy
PoetryAnarchy. A swirl of topics: emotions, allusions to history, social issues... And somewhere in the maelstrom comes forth rhymes and prose. Note: If you can't be bothered to read all the poems (quite understandably), I've starred the better ones.