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a caretaker's treatise

by m-elee

Do not call me a martyr Jesus never had to learn how to spell risperidone Carbidopa levodopa, sertraline, donepezil Glycopyrrolate, atorvastatin, allopurinol, Mirabegron, and metoprolol. Do not call me a martyr I have never turned water to wine, I have turned hallucinations into day dreams And nightmares into fantasies Do not call me a martyr Do not confuse washing the feet of the disciples To laundering piss-soaked sheets And drool-dampened clothes Do not call me a martyr Jesus was never in hell And I have sinned.
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