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DRUGS N SUCH
1200-
down the hatch, my chalk-pearl pill,
you're summoned for a sudden thrill,
the loungechair gropes and molests.
don't care to think too much about it
though sorry inside, surrounded by
hinting shrouds of something sinister.
1210-
light washes softly through my body,
the sedated ghost of a schizo ponders
the idle line of pharmacy patients,
desensitized, not mesmerized over
the trivial inducements of a mood,
and if this dreamstate is determined
as a purgatorial pillar and placebo?
1230-
trying to focus on nuerons in my brain
to notice whether things are the same,
with slanguage that slobbers and plays
unlike mundanes every ding-dong day,
subject to the laws of syllabic magetism.
