A poem by Tom Greening.



I will ignore your righteous shrugs

and keep on gulping lots of drugs.

I know they are not good for me

but they fend off reality.

Some drugs are pink and others blue,

but all I care is what they do.

They cheer me up, they calm me down,

they help erase my anxious frown.

I smile as if I want to live,

but never do drugs reason give

for me to be a human being—

instead they can keep me from seeing

our species is a bad mistake

that some psychotic god did make.

    Tom Greening