Having shot up
(with two flavors of insulin)
before bed,
I've been instructed to snack.
So I drop fifteen pills
with an ounce
(of water)
and wait for the subtle wave
of unreality
to flow through me.
Never thought my Eskimos
would be four doctors
and a dialysis nurse.
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 10:55 PM UTC
Having shot up
(with two flavors of insulin)
before bed,
I've been instructed to snack.
So I drop fifteen pills
with an ounce
(of water)
and wait for the subtle wave
of unreality
to flow through me.
Never thought my Eskimos
would be four doctors
and a dialysis nurse.
Pharmaceutical companies don't make cures...they make patients.
"...tell me where you want it,
and I'll tell you who to call..."
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