The Script.

Medication,
pill tubes popping,
cheshire cat grins
psyche robbing,
effervescent
fizzy shit,
downed in one
at the end of a gun,
maintaining
a fragile habit,
chemically dependent
Estee Lauder rabbit,
wired
to the mains,
a jumble
of multi-coloured wires
to passive brains,
choice expires
like it had a choice,
as Hobson well knew
when
he gave voice.
Diazepam,
Tamazepam
do their thing
I don't aschew
a monoxide suppository
free for all,
on the M62.