Battling frustration,
I sprawl upon my carpet
Wondering not if, but when
My primal urges will abduct me.

And screaming in my head,
Yet without a hint of
Vocal interception,
My own genetic limbs deceive me—

Saying now has come
The time for action.

Still silently, I
Execute this self-betrayal
By reaching for the pill
That brings me sanity.

Pill, I say,
But not a pill to swallow,
Unless you’d count the substance
Spewing from my veins as such.

01/12/2005

Posted on 01/13/2005
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