Medication Poem, by Johnny Dean, at My poetic side

Dissolving pills, burning grass

Bet that the pain won't last

But the doctor man won't prescribe that

Medication, in sedation

My thoughts hold no retaliation

More, more, more, its become a wholesome relation

Pray to God, my God

That my brain won't fry

Just let the pain go die

No resolve, none at all

That's how they informed me

Ignorance, I'm ignoring them

This hypocrite is soaring

And I'm high above now

Looking down, my problems are ants

I forgot about my "can'ts"

I have gained a different stance

But still, with all the suffering, I'll ask,

"Why, why, why haven't we learned to fix that?"

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