Medicine

 

He pulls the shades

and bars the doorway

stuffs towels and dustcloths

in the doorjamb

dims the light

for his new purchase

pulling the wrinkled paper bag out

He produces medicine.

 

Decadence and Hedonism

He's always looking for a new kick

His chemistry is often altered

and we know why he's so demented

His illegal medicine

 

To all the poisons purchased in our time

we dedicate this idiotic rhyme

 

To all the venoms taken in our time

we dedicate this godforsaken rhyme

 

published by Combustible Edison, Ltd. (BMI) © 1992

 

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