| Psychiatric Drug Lord Speaks SHHHH..Don't Tell There's no room for you At the Inn as you Are Ony room for you As you Are Not In our Hell. **************** THE PSYCHOTROPIC BLUES With every new medication comes the same old spiel about how much better its gonna make you feel. But every single pill has had its day, and has gone back underground anyway making room for the “new and improved”…. do you ever feel used? Your day is faced with dragged down dread, or you never even quite made it out of bed, so singing the psychotropic blues instead and fed up with its particular brand of dead. It burns the throat, can make you bloat, your eyes roll back, gives you a shakes attack; can make you seize, and funk up the very blood that you bleed (not to mention need). It can make you so dead inside that you cannot feel at all, like your mind and soul are hiding behind it, and cannot accept even creativitys call… rather a running stint at the MALFUNCTION JUNCTION than stalled at STATION NOFUNCTIONATALL.. and while aflight with the cunning medication butterflies you can’t stand up, you can’t sit down, you frightfully and aimlessly flit around, and frantically pace and pace the ground doing the psychotropic schuffle, with legs like boards then rubberbands muffled up, droolin’ down and along, bone tired with heavy-handed cigarette holes in everything you own.. even more alone…. You may not be as overtly 'psychotic' now, but are still so far from cured or well that it just may be that you’d rather HELL, it takes the gathered patience of a thousand saints to put up with this barren wasteland, and all those psychobiologists with pills in hand that have forced you underground, all the while spieling, like age old reels unwinding about “just how are you feeling?” …NOW so full of the emptiness of empty rhetoric POW wailing the psychotropic blues and finding maybe they feel better, but do you? Personally, when speaking of the brain, if fry it may or it must, would rather it be seized and not deep freezed by its natural tendency to wanderlust. You never know what you may find within.. maybe a rhyme deep in the stoney silence or round and about the chaotic din. Go thru it and weed it all out, learn the twisted and winding route and you no doubt might be surprised whats there besides the nothingness of being chemically contrived. REIGN ON COVERT BRAIN TRUST though rocky and thornbound and steep of incline; though lined with confusion and pain, it certainly is your KEEP, and although steep if theres a choice to be had would be much more than glad to pitch the mega doses right down the drain. © Sarah Gallant 2001-2002 |