We reel ‘em in with Ritalin,

(Big Pharma pockets the profit)

Viagra and the Vitamin –

it gets so hard to come off it.

 

Increasing dependency doses,

the playground exchange of bright sweets;

damned by a dual diagnosis,

the endless prescription repeats.

 

To manage stress a bullet-proof vest

is obligatory in these quarters:

the weight you can’t get off your chest

when there’s statins in the waters.

 

In theatre critical poses

are struck at an unwilling heart;

before the final curtain closes

you’ll need permission to depart.

 

The freaks and loners seek revenge

on all those who disrespect them;

they don’t say much and have few friends -

they’re on the autistic spectrum

 

and exempt from human weakness

in our analgesic Eden

where all suffering is sickness

and susceptible to treatment.