I need an elixir
Some type of fixer
I've been infected
One of the worlds
Rejected injected
With societies booze
That oozes
From my pores
To open many doors
Going from rich to poor
I can't afford the meds
To right my head
So I need an elixir
Some type of fixer
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Author:
drgnchaser (
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- Comment from author about the poem: When I couldn't afford the meds I needed, I would drink. And it opened a whole bunch of doors, nightmares, horrors, all leading to nowhere...
- Category: Reflection
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