shoot it up, swallow it down, stick it up your ass, and smile

a little run down,
can't focus?
there's a pill for that.
a pill to make the ghosts
go away-
a pill to make the happy
come-
a pill to take away the long
empty nights and the feeling
you've been here before.
there is a remedy for
whatever ails you-
a remedy for that which is going
to ail you,
and a remedy for the ailments of
the past that
proceed to the future,
but never the present.
for everything, there is a way to
cloud it over, let it
lose focus, allow
it to diminish like
rubbing grease over a mirror.
we have drugs to
drug the last drug.
we have drugs to
drug the next drug.
we have a symphony of drugs
to flatten the senses, each
instrument tuned to your
exact specifications,
pounding out the next need,
the next tumor, the next
big thing.
we are the Land of Empty Prescriptions,
awaiting the next signature from a trained
professional to encourage
the right thoughts,
the right speech,
the right emotion,
right now!
give in and be satisfied with the numb.
give in and let the chemicals romance
your heart in ways you never thought
existed.
dead?
we have a pill for that.