Seems like everyday I'm ill
Like they always have me on
Some different kinda pill
Tums, Midol, Aleve,
Penicillin, Amoxicillin, Advil,
Can I have no reprieve?
For everything there's a suggestion,
Treat cramps and colds to
Schizophrenia and mild obsession,
Boy do we have a capsule for you
If you have terrible congestion,
There's always something we can do,
Did the CIA torture you for confession?
If it's aliens or goblins you start to see
Trust me, it's my profession,
Pop me, swallow me, eat me,
Something wrong with your digestion?
Now no one is free
From this drug-induced depression//
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7.30.14
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PoetryMy way of getting the feelings out. Volume I •Published very out of order• •Feedback is always welcome• •© 2013-2015• (Was Some of My Soul but I got tired of the flowery hipster name so) ***TRIGGER WARNING*** Cutting, depression, suicide, emotional...
