Happy Pills

Slipping down chased with water

or coffee to dull the edge

of the tranformation;

Its mate follows suit

 

Working against each other:

one dulls,

and one sharpens

both battling for dominance.

 

Not a single original thought.

Nor emotion.

No human feelings but-

Prescribed personality

 

 

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