Psychotropic

I see two straight lines
like schoolchildren
pocket full of pills
to get that jolt
one a redhead
another named Jane
the one with the red pumps
and a chip on her shoulder
the very thing
to bring you up
and keep you there

ain’t it fair
-ly obvious when we see
you withdraw from your
pocket-full of miracles
and lose it all over

but who am I
the word addiction
is not enough for main-lining you
don’t you reach my head faster
every intelligent thought
replaced by bird chatter
and cloud nine dreams
untranslate-able
once they’ve straightened
me out

Give me your two cents

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