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Heavily Medicated
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My black bitch Nine Pills,
One pill for my broken rib,
mending on its' own,
Nine Pills,
One for my depression,
slowly eating me alive,
Nine Pills,
One for infection,
that I wish would ravish me,
Nine Pills,
One for the anxieties I face,
and their crippling nature,
Nine Pills,
One to help me sleep,
So I don't see reality,
Nine Pills,
One to counteract the other pills,
Lest they all shut down my kidneys,
Nine Pills,
One for my mania,
so I don't go insane,
Nine Pills,
One to help me,
to not see them,
Nine Pills,
One to help with nightmares,
Because being awake isn't one,
Nine Pills.
Advil For Pain
I'm accustomed to the nightmare day
between the haunting, a smile, some joy
a way to customize the hours without
assistance from artifice and illusion.
.
I'm recalcitant when those bad guys
show up and try to steal my dream
of calm. When the gals show, I try hard
to ignore their egos and concentrate
harder on not laughing visibly.
.
I'm indifferent to the necessity
of medical prescriptions for conditions
that will persist whether I take it serious
or not. I live a paranoid, schizoid existence
and the headaches and muscular aches
are old buddies. I just live in hell
sometimes and fan the flames.
.
Stella l. Crews
0622-17
921p