Prescription

The rapid patter of your heart

Is erratic, inconsistent, unreliable

The only thing it does with startling consistency

Is pulse and push the toxins

Around in dizzy circles through your veins

So you're drunk and high

And lit up like a string of lights

With just a couple bulbs blown out--

If a bottle of vodka is good

A handful of Vicodin must be better

And if that means you can't sleep later

One more cocktail-- Xanax and Ambien

Will solve that problem--

Slowing that pesky, pulsing heartbeat

So it doesn't ring in your ears

And in the morning if you wake

You slip out of bed and out the door

Cigarette drawling on chapped lips

Out into the tragic world

With the thrumming of your blood

Echoing inside your skull

Politely reminding you to medicate again today