Our Medicine

pile of pills

The decibels of truth
have gone silent, her Angels
gagged by politics. The universities
have come to define us
as something that grows in a Petri dish.  We are chemicals
to be chemically treated.

We purchase insurance and plug ourselves in
to the American dream.  It is our duty
to our fellows and the state to pay
taxes on everything we consume.  It is the price
of living.  It is our medicine.

Come the weekend, we feel free
to gather at the tavern
and suck hot smoke into our lungs.  We drink
tequila and raise our voices in consent.  It is happiness
controlled by regulations.  It is sadness
filled by prescriptions.  Religion
is in the essence of the pill.

Richard Rensberry, author at QuickTurtle Books®

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