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Doctors Always Have Terrible Handwriting
Take the time to slip that pill down your throat
and feel that twinge that jitters
and makes you squirm
and breathe in deep and live out loud.
But keep you perscriptive secret behind closed doors
because who knows who's got sticky fingers
and when those documents you're hiding
are found, damage could induce,
and you'll have to say goodbye
to that beauty of yours that's conviniently hidden
in your sock drawer.
But those garments are ridden with guilt, lies, and deceit.
Wash them quick before the shit spreads through the walls
and all your neighbors hear your screaming seizures.
Better turn your stereo up louder this time
Because the earthquakes with every pound of skin you drop.
You can't change this anymore,
this type of dying was planned long ago
when you sealed away your fate
with that pharmaceutical kiss.
