incoherent ink

There’s a prescription to fill

but first we need a little blood

a little cum to count diseases

all your abnormalities

Here’s a shot of sodium

here’s a chain around your ankle

here’s the same old manic state

you thought you gave up long ago

There’s a shadow with a chain

wrapped around my ankle

dragging me along

with a slow, determined pace

Here’s a pill and there’s a pen

full of incoherent ink

there’s a prescription to fill

there’s that same old manic state.