Friday, 31 December 2010


This tried detested medication,
So close to discontention.
I'm rubbish to ape some refuse human.
This, simply what nature selects;
How tragic are these deaths?
Considered gifts to evolution.
Recycled like every revolution.
Choose pills, choose chat. No choice: not to choose.
All the symptoms smell the same.
Decomposure- In company, in pain,
As I deserve to be,
Beginning to end.

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