Prescribed Tranquillizers

Prescribed Tranquillizers short poem

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That’s it! Now that’s the stuff! More drugs.
Damn doctors, actually believe this is fair?
With their fancy and witty mugs:
With careless hugs,
And their snobby shrugs.
The older pretentious ones don’t even have hair,
Just cheap and obvious head rugs.

At first, my parents thought I was being lazy,
But every doctor seemed to think I was crazy.
It’s been so long and so many pills,
That my mind has gone hazy.
Now I comfortably sit in sweat and cold chills
Next to the aroma of a dying daisy.

As if this prescribed tranquillizer
Will turn me into simple humanizer.
With the help of a dim-witted advisor,
And a crooked blind analyser
-Who was a stingy miser-
I became immobilized and un-wiser.
And to think this could have been cured
With a simple plant and a vaporizer.

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