by Darren James Bighetty

Created on: December 17, 2009

Wellness Health Center.

Medication, dedication, vacation, oh my illusions.
Deliberations, nations, verifications, oh my medication.
Verb, word, letters, numbers, Aristotle, and a Bible.
Medication come put me to sleep, let the world pass by.
Goodness sake a refill, and a medication bill, ah, I remember my diagnosis.
My prognosis, defined as good, but, no recovery in sight, guess I’ll just obey.

Medication, can you bring me a cup of coffee, two spoons of sugar, and some milk.
My how the years have gone by, one bottle at a time, I wonder how medication feels?
Medication can you answer the phone, I’m trying to sleep, tell them I’m not home.
Ah, medication, It’s morning, good morning, as I speak into medications ear.
Come on medication we have to go and face the day, just me and you, we can do it.
What do you mean you want to stay home, medication, you have to go out.
Okay medication you can stay in, but I’m going out, here’s the remote for the television.
Medication how come you sleep all day, you have to go to school, don’t just curl up and go back to bed.
Medication! Get up and go to school, here’s some orange juice, ah, I have to get to work.
Medication, you’re still in bed, ah well, get up soon, “Medication does not want to get up.”
Here’s me medication, I’m neurologically altered by the neuron of this persons brain,
I give him and her the reason to live, and I live inside of them, I have a lot of side effects.
I’m a tripping low riding no job making sleep all day criminal and I feel no guilt.
I’m a court manipulating, judge convicting, crown representing associate with his society riding on me.
I’m a god given atypical and an archetype diplomat of the international intelligence of countries.
I’m medication the reason for parents to feel better about oppressing their children of knowledge,
and then medication (me) gets to change their chemical substances in their brain, permanently.
I’m the 250,000 dollars a year, income, that has a secret, as there is something wrong with his whole family.
Medication, hi how are you, I’m of the Wellness Health Center, and I need to know, as people are dying wishing they could afford you; do you think I could work for you, you seem to be taking over the world, and I thought I’d just get a piece of the harvest while it’s pouring in.
Medication, gets up, looks around, and states, “I think you need medication, here, and for the rest of your life you will take it.”

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