i forgot to take my medicine
five little pills
how big a role they play
my thoughts are solemn
demeanor depressed
and my writing is shit today
i tried to socialize
smile and laugh
make the most of my little mistake
i wish i didn't have to eat
these little pills i have to take
buspar for anxiety
propranolol for the shakes
venlafaxine hydrochloride
to keep the sad away
seroquel, my favorite!
keeps the schizophrenia at bay!
naltrexone for addiction,
i should probably be taking more
of these happy little pharmaceuticals
from the happy little pharmaceutical store!
"let's stop taking them!"
says the chaotic-evil goblin
living inside my head
"we don't need them anymore!"
i think he wants me dead...
i used to take risperidone
and decided to take a break
"i'm all better now!"
i thought
now that was a mistake!
funny how i never had
a problem taking drugs
as long as they were illegal
like those pretty little green nugs!
but tell me that i have to
that it's a matter of life and death
and i'll tell you to piss up a rope
cause that advice was wasted breath...
but now, a little older,
i find myself to be
tired of the consequences
of my stupidity
so i take them as prescribed
and take them happily
I have to take many pills
I have to take many pills too, to counteract or regulate my body's cotinued physical collapse. I sometimes resent it, but I realize they emable to me to enjoy, to an extent, what moments of happiness still remain for me.
Starward