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.