Boy, hey boy, I'm talkin' to you
Are you slow or just stupid?
What's in the bottle, boy?
Candy, is that candy you got there?
Funny, they don't look like sweettarts
what with the letters and they numbers
Hey, don't get upset, I'm just looking
Ha, ha! Look at 'im jump, like a dog!
Whatsa matter, boy? Why so mad?
It ain't like you gonna die,
you don't eat your candy, right...
Hey, hey, boy, why you shakin' like that?
Oh, shit, Jimbo, his eyes, lookit his eyes
Never seen 'em roll like that on anyone
Boy! Hey, boy! Open your eyes!
(Let 'em go, he's puking or spittin' or something)
Boy writhes on the ground, clawing, reaching,
for the candy, the only candy he eats
a private label pharamcopeia the only book
his gray matter can read
Dirty tablets pushed into a greedy mouth
he lies in the dust and sun, wondering
about his circumscribed life,
longing to leave the pharm
12 April 2011
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the pharm doesn't define you
ReplyDeleteNo the pharm does not define us,but it just might kill us.
ReplyDeleteSorry. I got kinda hung up on "sweettarts."
ReplyDeleteInteresting words! Hope you are doing well. Happy spring
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