Its hard to wake up when we have been fed sleeping

pills for breakfast.

                                 PROZAK

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