Pushers

Pushers

A Poem by The Poet of Black Wings


Medication.
Take it.
It's good for you.
Those aches and pains will disappear.

Doctor,
It still hurts.
Then take more.
Something stronger,
Perhaps.

Aspirin,
Codeine,
Oxycodon,
Morphine!
It's all good.

Doctor,
I can't focus.
We have just the fix!
Something to make you
Think straight.

Focalin,
Ritalin,
Adderal,
Even vyvanse!
All quite fine!

Doctor,
The world is rather gray.
Simple solution,
Many things here to
Make you normal.

Pristiqe,
Tofranil,
Cymbalta,
Zyban.
It'll put a smile
On your face!

Doctor,
I can't.
You can!
No.
Take your pills,
Swallow!
Please, stop.

Take.
Your.
F*****g.
Medicine.

© 2016 The Poet of Black Wings


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Added on June 1, 2016
Last Updated on June 1, 2016
Tags: Drugs, drug, doctor, doctors, medication, pain, depression, adhd

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The Poet of Black Wings
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