A lab coat and a perfect life
With a perfect job
Compounding toxic chemicals
to solve a problem your gloved hands
know nothing about
Dissecting my brain
when you don’t even know my name
And I’m supposed to believe
you truly care about me
as you compact and ship these pills
to a stale pharmacy
Rattling bottles on
a cold drive home
I swallow this world you’ve created
Now I get to wait and see
what this does to me
Can it relieve this pain
or does it make it worse
You don’t care you collected
Get stalled at an intersection
Watch my hearse drive on by
with no clue you’re one
of the reasons I’m gone
Stay strong
there’s many more hearses to see
Keep making your medicine
and join the long line of the guilty

~kb