you've been a good girl, they'll say, take you're medication

they'll find

every excuse

to drug you

chase you down

with spears in their hands

big guns at their sides

pocket sized tranq guns

you're out of your mind

you'll be out

you say

you're almost there

and hen they started singing

in chorus

louder than church bells

in Sunday morning mass

their words

are driving you mental

the chants

the melody

they're all saying the same words

singing the same things

you've been a good girl

take your medication