Poison contaminates our kind:
seeping out from every pore,
being sold at every store,
compelling us to purchase more!
For every little ache and ill
that plagues our race you will find
pushers offer colored pills
white coats peddle quick refills.
Mutated ailments constantly
best Hippocrates progeny,
no matter how well designed
drugs aren’t always the remedy;
yet corporate fools coin new phrases,
spreading toxins out in phases,
their goal, to put us all in dazes—
then they will control the mind!
Are You Reading Me?
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