Its hard to wake up when we have been fed sleeping
pills for breakfast.
The saw bones of old stole the appendix from the gut, tonsils
from the throat,
Mistakes of nature, it was said.
Their decedents would now rape the mind, rob the feeling
of depression, from the human soul.
In a nip and tuck, hair transplant, plastic tits, viagra dick world,
Depression is a sin against the law of the feel good cosmetic reality
Delete, Delete, Delete, it is not, definitely not, a messenger from the
psyche to be listened too.
Dr McDonald to the rescue, a love pink pill for weak peter.
A gray placid tablet for anxiety, smooth out the wrinkles fixer upper.
A red, white and blue pill, for social phobia, become the life of the party
We will scalp your feelings, suck the marrow from your bones, and steal
the blues from your heart,
Give you a permanent cheese look good in the camera smile.
The pharmacist grows rich and spirit poor,
We will impeach Presidents who get blow jobs, and honor Presidents who
destroy for oil, rape the earth for profit and who tells so many lies he grows
a Richard Nixon nose.
Our vision and hearts so blinded by our fears of everything,
That depression the soul’s messenger is cast away with a pill
As though it had no menaing