It Smells Like a Pharmacy In Here
It smells like a cardboard box
holding rows of an escape from reality
but who defined reality
was deja vu an afterthought of reality
banished to the rubbish wagon of a society
choking on an assumed reality
Pitter patter goes the rain of pills
pills for everyone
stick out for tongue and catch the rain
what did ya get?
ecstacy ritalin prozac viagra?
they'll all get you high
a boner or a bender
what'll it be
Love hate
are these emotions?
or pills force fed us by a society
desperate for deviants and pain
phony or real swallow the pill
I think Captain Willard
said it best:
"It smelled like slow death in here"
even worse
its smells like a pharmacy in here
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