"fda" poems
Don’t tell me it can’t all be equally shared
Don’t tell me elections are fair
Anywhere
I know whose had the power
The weapons to prove it
The world in their hands
And the money to move it
Perpetual profit
New product to cell
Dwellin’ deep in the pocket
Of your lol
So don’t tell me with Twitter you’re not all Obsessed
When you buy every lie presidential address
Comin’ hot off the press
Not so free to inform
A pornhub tuggin’ ******
Publicity Storm
And another blackout
On my people uncovered
Like Firestone burnin’ through natives
Unrubbered
Don’t tell me you don’t have the cure
Or that war
Isn’t waged on the people
To sheeple the poor
To the industry slaughterhouse
Dream factory
Where success is a breath of fresh
Debt peony
I know slavery still puts
That food on the table
And big pharma’s FDA puppets, the label
So don’t tell me dope is what’s making us Dumb
Don’t tell me my God’s not the LSD sun
Or that guns aren’t hired
To desecrate my
Sanctified inner peace
Keepin’ graffiti sky
For my ties to this earth
Are invaluable worth
So don’t tell me my rights haven’t been mine Since birth
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 4:55 PM UTC
so the ***** FDA could take a day off
not that that will will away
the shame of cash crop chousing
easy speaking tightrope swinging
prohibition saga
buzz without a buzz
11/4/2012
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 8:29 PM UTC
battling demons
or suffering PTSD
with ADHD
and OCD
on TCH
looking for LSD –
need a little TLC
from the FDA
the EPA
just went MIA
and the UN
blames the FBI
while the CIA
and the NSA
seek the PLO –
brb
LOL, IDK
the shizzle is cray cray
****** be trippin
er’ry day
like Ross say
“don’t **** wit me” –
the USA
in betrothed to the NRA
and OSHA
just gave me a passing score
at the same time as the AMA
failed my blood
stylistically, this is MLA
and functionally it’s more WWE
TNT
CNN
t’n’a --
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
i am the controlled group
i expected interferon and
i got a saline injection
hepatitis c is the
monster
hiding under my skin
i've called for 300,000 favors
from faceless friends - IRC, IRBs, dietitians, physicians
to try to cheat the system
and to cheat the 4 horsemen
harbinging my own internal apocalypse
"If they don't give me anything,"
I began calmly to my wife;
"the scars on my guts will generate another
Chernobyl out of frustration;
out wanting to see my son graduate."
my white blood cell count is 3
and i will wreck this study
go to mexico
and buy as much real medicine
as i need to survive
rudely refusing the FDA's
50% miracle drug
the ingenious intravenous
sugar pill
i only have 3
white blood cells
circumventing valuable scientific knowledge
is not off the table
i will walk away in slow motion
after saving my liver from
hepatitis hellfire horse jockeys in lab coats
with the entirety of clinical research
burning behind me
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 8:02 AM UTC
My minotaur has mad cow's disease.
The FDA is rounding up each one
in a forty mile radius for slaughter.
They're incinerating the bodies
at the trash-to-steam factory. I hear
gunfire and wailing children. Sharon
next door is in shock. She's been
on her knees down on the lawn
mumbling, "please, please, please,"
for the last two hours. Crimson clouds
bleed into sunrise. How will we
escape the seepage?
I'll stop at the Getty for a car wash
before I pick you up. Have some
sandwiches packed.
O for the love of God,
the moos, the moos.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 9:25 PM UTC
If Stephen King was black
Obama would not be president
Segregation would exist all over again
OJ would have gotten guilty without a trial
Except the black part would be technologically advanced
cars that navigate themselves
Sonic energy distribution
portable wings
the Rockateer would also therefore be black
Disney Land would be scary and real
Darwin would have been black
Go go Gadget’s engineer would be black
Malcolm X would have been mixed race
Carl Sagan ran the blackest gang in Oakland
If Stephen King was black
Therefore
Stephen Hawkings is black too
Einstein invented Compton in ten minutes
On a coffee break
The bees Einstein was referring to are the African Killa bees
And Einstein was the father of Wu tang
Stephen Hawkings hangs out with Mike Tyson and Alicia Keys
The Black Panthers like every other morning in the blackest house Washington DC
Made me eggs benedict with fresh eggs and ham
Dr Seuss is therefore black by association
Aunt Jemima would run the FDA and tap maples trees in the Berkshires
But she is white now
America would turn a blind eye and play more volley ball
and in us
God would trust
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 11:35 AM UTC
My minotaur has mad cow's disease.
The FDA is rounding up each one
in a forty mile radius for slaughter.
They're incinerating the bodies
at the trash-to-steam factory. I hear
gunfire and wailing children. Sharon
next door is in shock. She's been
on her knees down on the lawn
mumbling, "please, please, please,"
for the last two hours. Crimson clouds
bleed into sunrise. How will we
escape the seepage?
I'll stop at the Getty for a car wash
before I pick you up. Have some
sandwiches packed.
O for the love of God,
the moos, the moos.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 6:04 PM UTC
Self-cut ginger locks that ooze pretension
pontificating so bluntly about "Cinema"
He buys Sociology textbooks at GoodWill,
TL;DR,
but they look good on a dusty shelf
don't they?
Mocking potential reactions to his
apparent ignorance.
A stoner who has never been high,
An existentialist who has never known what it is to die
A stargazer who has never seen the sky,
Highly expectant yet always refuses to try.
Ridicules what he doesn't understand
Taste so bland,
could swear he was conceived by the
FDA in a public school kitchen.
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 2:53 PM UTC
So there's this new fad diet
The Diet of Worms.....
Can you tell me bout it doc?
Is it good for your health?
And I don't quite understand.
Is it the worms we eat
or do we eat dirt and sand?
In any case it sounds expensive.
10+% of everything I earn?
And you have to commit
your entire life or
according to this pamphlet
"your soul will surely burn"? Wow...must really work!
But tell me has the FDA approved, found the claims
to be true? Any side effects, complications? Could I
possibly turn blue?
And why were no American researchers and experts on the team that concocted this diet?
OK OK doc I'll let you talk,
I'll be quiet......
"I've taken it on faith that my patients who've tried it swear that its a miracle....I have no personal experience with it ...give it a shot who knows it might work.".
Hmmmm OK.
"But I heard they have a litany of products so beware that your investment doesn't soon quadruple in size."
Thanks for the visit doc, Ill take it under advice. I think I might....... especially if there's a refund if I don't like it after trying it and don't think it worth the price.
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 7:07 AM UTC
Great fades to gray
where commonplace turns to decay
where the abnormal becomes negatively neurological
which leads to the ingestion of government sector sedatives
and we wonder why segregation of brain and mind is prominent
promises never kept and mind that never gets better
but before we fix the broken we must make you broke.
Objects in the mirror to fit society's standards
E news, TMZ, fox- all the new cancer.
Throw your money at it
make it go away
and watch in awe as the auction of your autonomy accelerates-
your mind is money to the highest bidder
and they don't budge when they watch your wallet quiver.
Quiet in the courtroom-
little Kyle's got a drug charge
searched his car without consent
convict at the age of sixteen
which is sickening to see.
Kyle was just depressed and needed a little THC
the only thing that would help him with social anxiety
and now he's facing a charge for not taking the meds
marijuana manipulation of the municipals
and now little kyle won't be able to go to a good school
18 the record will be swiped clean
but the debt of the courtroom creeps into his credit.
Society's white lies will tell you you'll be fine
debt from the courtroom turn to slanging dope-
dealing with depression while dealing in possession
pulled over, twice moreover propaganda's progression.
They feed us the same lies we go out of our way to buy-
news channels, channeling bias views for more views
sitting idly by as our lives pass through
changing channels as we become the chattel
slaves to our own brain waves from the manipulation
we love to bow down to this free nation
led by puppets- controlled by intimidation tactics.
It's just backwards, the backbone of the nation doesn't have one
Columbine happened because little Kyle could get a gun, run-
repeat until it's done, dictating your discrimination
it's fun until everyone has to run away from the shooter.
Bangs heard throughout the world
talk of how his head was on backwards smoking on these backwoods
But he was off the marijuana and on the medicine-
FDA approved turned into a bullet to the head.
BANG.
Sinister structure of society-
**** america why did you have to lie to me.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
I've allowed mud drenched tennis shoes to step on my fingers
And FDA approved thoughts paint over mine
Going along with the idea that this is better
but once again, I'm wrong
On a scale from 1-10 I don’t believe this is happening
You can't put your hands in my pockets and control my direction
You can't take love away until its mixed feelings
What kind of love is that?
I said you can't change me into your perfect daughter
You can't make my feet follow your footsteps
You can't live in fear that ill find more peace in talking to razors than to you
Apparently your doing something wrong
I rather fry my brain cells
Than you pick at them trying to change their makeup
I rather burn holes in my lungs
Than have your negative comments each at my heart
Shouldn't you know from past experiences that kids will be kids?
Stop wasting your anxiety and my depression on this
Give me back my happiness rather than trying to conjure up me a new one
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
Today I saw an ad on the TV for the good life
$129.99 and all you ever wanted delivered to your door in a box
Shipping and handling included
The man in the commercial had a big smile on
And a golden retriever by his side
Were sitting under palm trees
Smoking cigars...
Who doesn't want a cigar smoking golden retriever?
So I called up the toll free number and demanded a good life...
One week later the box came in the mail
"There's no way a golden retriever could fit in there"
I thought to myself
"Not even a puppy retriever
These must be the cigars"
No cigars
Just pills
"Of course" thought I
"Eating these will take me away
To an alternate reality
With palm trees, smiles
And cigar smoking dogs
Duh"
So I ate the pill and closed my eyes
Awaiting lift off
Like I've done so
Many times before
One Mississippi
Two Mississippi
Three, four, five Mississippi...
And you know what happened next?
My **** got hard for hours
That's it
Who's the sick SOB
Who's idea of a good life
Is an unexplainably long
Lasting *****
I alerted the authorities
Called the FDA
They must have the answers...
They just told me to visit the nearest hospital
Everything will be fine...
From that point on
I have been lost inside
And refuse to go outside
I shut my windows
And I lock the door
I can't make sense of it...
Why would I need to visit the docs?
I'm not the one thinking
Long lasting ******
Equals the good life
****** don't make retrievers smoke cigars
I'm not the one with the problem
Am I?
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 11:52 AM UTC
Ice Tinkles in Cocktail Glasses,
At a Washington Hotel Lobby
A Senator Brags about his Hobby
It costs a lot of Upkeep to Maintain
Racing Stock, Ah but Bridled & Reined
Its Worth It, says the Chair of the FDA
Committee Over Sight to the Rep From
The Pharmaceuticals Association
As they Head to the Corner to whisper
The Engineer At Major Automotive
Tells them what he Sees for new Parts
They are off tolerance But in the Chart
It Shows only 3% Fatality, and It saves cash
After the Discussion to table it for Now
They break out the Bonuses for saving Money
Dark Souls Cast Dark Shadows in Life
With No Respect For Honesty or Right
Can't they see in a Flash, they fly into the Abyss
For all their Money..... On a Carpet of Cash
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 6:33 PM UTC
I’ve seen some patterns that happen every day
In the growth and the stagnant way we decay
In these walls with no windows and the teachers all glazed
Eye’s glazed from the all-consuming glooming haze
Of what we all must become someday, right?
So live it up now because in ten years we’ll be settled
We’ll either grind it out or run away from the ghetto
To suburbia where no black man resides
This is the land where white men all hide
Have kids, hate your wife, hate your life because you have resigned
To what you hated at sixteen because it happens all the time
I need to SCREAM that this is not the only thing
We are not all cogs in this machine that lacks life’s meaning
Dr. Manhattan said that we’re all tied to strings
And the FDA keeps on poisoning
Well he had a point and our food disappoints
But we are not hopeless, we can anoint
Our own power to see the strings that toy with girls and boys
And slow the rate at which we destroy
Our own bodies and homes and the earth and our minds
We are capable of breaking societal binds
Beat
So pass that joint to the **** and get out
Because substance doesn’t need more substance when your mind could spill out
From thinking, from capability, from plane to plane
Polluting the air while you pollute your own brain
I’m not disrespecting, there’s always a place
But get out of that scene so you can get out of the race to the end
Of youthful reputation that always constantly needs mending
Escaping won’t help because it’s always just pretending
We are not victims and we are not martyrs
We have contributed to this world from the very start
Of our ephemeral, radical, illogical existence
With our parents raising us to never know resistance
But it’s in our bodies we just refuse to assist it
The birth is messy, ****** not gut-free, completely you and completely me
Covered in what we call wicked tragedy
And from the womb of our souls we take a new body with standards to break
It slithers from slender thighs like a domesticated snake
Down our legs and across the floor so we can FINALLY RELATE
To a world that this city doesn’t know
A world outside of the common, the rotting, the flow
And you know that I know that we know we can feel it
We feel it because we can hardly believe it
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 1:42 PM UTC
you’re one thing on the job
I’m one thing on the you
but there’s no-one
thing, we’re all things
brains firing without the permission of
the NRA, fluoxetine, the American MA doc
talk, talk, talk to me
tell me your game
plan, without the permission, your boss
on the job, another thing – a second
Mar 12, 2011
Mar 12, 2011 at 2:08 PM UTC
They warned me about you.
I read the nutrition facts
and saw the ingredients.
The FDA didn't fail to inform me,
you were no good for me.
Toxic, even.
I knew this all but you...
always smelt better than you looked
or tasted,
Like a lemon poppyseed,
with salt for sugar-
strange and savory,
but I should stop eating.
Ocean muffin
maybe made for a bird flying low,
or some big fish
swimming in shallow waters.
I was the bird flying low,
with no luck in the wild,
searching for scraps,
and saw one in tact.
It held promise.
Swallowed you whole
and lost all of my feathers
expelling you out.
You were for the big fish.
The ones who only bite off
what they can chew.
I cannot consume
you who poisons me.
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 9:15 AM UTC
My frustration told me
That madness would
Answer my prayer but
I tried going mad,
Screaming Holy! in
Acred forests
Grabbing at atmospheric
Redemption and sunlight forgiveness
I tried going mad
Waving lone **** heartache
In crowds of closed-box
Timid hurt,
"I'm sorry I'm sorry!"
I tried going mad
Dancing barstool homeless
Through heavenly hallways
Laughing insanity,
"Take my eyes!"
I tried going mad
Cursing schoolhouse process-plant
Ideology and worship
"Where is the FDA when
You need them?"
I tried going mad
In streets of gold
With hungry hungry
Empty sick blindness
Taunting me, "Get a job!"
I tried going mad
With Poe and Shelley and
Thomas and Wilde
All howling humanity
All singing Patriam
I tried going mad
In type,
Even seeing briefly
Line/break suicide
On liquid crystal display
Oh! I tried going mad
But my soul dragged me
To earthcore wisdom and
Vibrated my atomic scaffolding
Immaculate
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 8:54 PM UTC
It’s because I’ve been wanting to text you,
but didn’t want you to think I was planning
on texting you at a certain time.
So I wait til two minutes past the hour,
just long enough to seem random,
but not so long that I explode from impatience.
Exploding is an FDA acknowledged side affect of impatience,
in case you were wondering.
Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 1:02 PM UTC
I always make things harder than it needs to be, I run in circles and complain when I'm dizzy, walk up a steeper route only to slide all the way down to the bottom, push everyone far enough for them to leave then say I'm lonely. It's funny what I can ruin – everything.
I'm like a chemical, the only one known to corrode friendships and rust nothing but itself. Not approved by the FDA and definitely not fit for human consumption. I reek of such acidity that I hurt fragile corneas and sting delicate noses. It's kind of ironic because I'm supposed to only react with this peculiar clear liquid called self-sabotage and only that, but somehow I have managed to slip and ruin everything that comes in contact with me.
Maybe one day I'll find someone that doesn't mind damaged corneas and sharp smells up their nose. Maybe one day I myself won't mind it.
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 2:30 AM UTC
Hotel ***
shortly after we arrive, eye call the front desk and ask them
when was the first time we stayed at the hotel?
2010, five years, usually once, sometimes twice de a year was
the answer.
in their computer, the management records our modest likes, preferred newspapers, the firmness of our pillows and that
we require telephonic advisories to adjacent rooms,
code worded Kilimanjaro,
*when we engage in Grade A, FDA approved hotel ***
noisy, twisted, sheet messed, bubble bathed, wall climbing, chandelier swinging, room device only, do not disturb, full on, *hotel ***
but times change us and this time eye reach repeatedly for her bare arms, and one in ten, one in ten, I dare to gentle, to caress... lest eye awaken her...nothing changes, everything changes, the satisfactions express themselves differently...time zone changes, alter body clocks and needs are not auto-instinctual, more cerebral, and yet eye tend to her both like my woman and beloved child, anticipating her almost every need...and wonder where that
*hotel *** drive got misplaced...
them glory days...*
when they ask if our stay was satisfying,
my verbal reply is both invisibly straight and di-visibly crooked...
"holey satisfactory, holy satisfactory"
and ever eye am the pun, the jokester par excellent,
hugging nuggets of previous journeys...
retrieved from cold storage, recollections of
*ah, hot hotel ***
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC
Today in an ****** epidemic,
Little feeling empathetic.
Empathetic for the young lives,
Affected by this epidemic.
Mothers, fathers popping pills to make them feel,
If it’s okay according to the FDA then this is a real ordeal.
Inflicting pain on the young hearts
Families once whole, now ripped apart, hard.
For pain they call it therapeutical,
In reality place the blame on Pharmaceuticals.
The doctors who prescribed the pills for pain,
Only for the addictiveness to take over the brains,
The brain keeping us sane until we swerve a little too far out of our lane,
Into the rubble the car crashes,
You know you’re in trouble when family dynamic is nothing but ashes,
Once a loving mother, father, sister, brother.
Now they can’t remember one another.
A simple prescription turning into a burden, an addiction.
Your once young teenage daughter
Until the day we caught her.
Locking her door,
Always wanting more.
It began simple with Marijuana,
Then someone asked, “You wanna?”
This will make you feel nice,
But she never asked, at what price…
A simple anxiety pill, Xanax,
Then everything downhill, she panicked.
A legal prescription “Medicine”
Quote from Tomas Edison,
“I have not failed, I’ve just found 100 ways that won’t work,
But with a smirk
Now she’s aware, that is the perk.
That’s the confliction, the confliction with the concept of addiction,
Definition of addiction, the fact or condition of being addicted to a particular substance, thing, or activity.
Now that’s the subscription, you subscribed to the addiction.
Paying for the new issue monthly
Only the best for you honey.
Full ride scholarship,
Until she slipped.
All the way down, rock bottom.
Hit the ground, she couldn’t hear them.
Screaming for her to stop,
Until the day she climbed to the rooftop,
She didn’t ever fall,
Maybe it would have been best for her after all,
If she jumped to let go,
Because after all we know how far she’ll go.
The constant desire,
The desire to light the fire,
The fire under her pipe, doing what the monster said was right.
The finding of the final stage, the monster,
The true destruction of your once perfect girl.
She took the blame,
Her mother claimed it was her who felt the pain,
The pain forcing her to take the blame when it was just her best interest to maintain,
Keep her brain happy before she go insane,
Insane from all the pain that a simple pill caused,
She’s simply trying to maintain…
Do we blame the victim?
Push them down kick them?
The true destruction of her mind,
Something legal,
Yet truly evil.
If it’s FDA approved,
Is it really okay to do?
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 2:32 PM UTC
Made from ground up leaf of
sassafras
taste like the bottom of the bayou
shrimp boil
smoke and gators
sprinkle it on stir it in
don't cook it or your gumbo
gets stringy-ew
Choctaws knew
FDA will tell you it's poison
like strong words
bad haircuts
keep sipping your KoolAid please
nothing but magic in filé
flavor of down-home voodoo
zydeco iron skillet cornbread
Mama knows what's good for you
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 12:19 PM UTC
Your world is going perfectly
Your life is as you want it
You are healthy and in good spirits
You have a beautiful life, spouse, family -
You are an alternative physician
making a real difference -
helping people,
healing their bodies,
eschewing petrochemical prescription drugs,
using ancient knowledge to make them well -
making their lives better.
And then you die.
Three doctors,
all “alternative,”
all targeted by the FDA
and other government entities . . .
all dead within two weeks.
Coincidence?
If you think so,
I have half a bridge
across Tampa Bay
to sell you.
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 1:59 AM UTC
I smelled him.
Like musty cigarettes and stale marijuana smoke
his cologne curled under my nose and itched it's way inside
until my memory regurgitated that night to my retinas
over and over and over again.
I sat curled up in a fetal position playing it again in my mind
the way he smelled so familiar but so dangerous
I didn't know. I didn't know. I didn't know.
I was asked who it was-
I can only remember the face of a female
but the male who took me away in the night
to sit on his lap so he could paint me red with regret
I see no reflection in the mirror beside me.
I see no reflection behind my eyelids of who he is-
So I just replied, family friend.
But he was no friend of mine
even though half my family probably did befriend him.
I was 7-
that was the year my innocence left
and the only noise around me I could hear were whispers
because everything I seemed to do had to be in secret.
I felt sexuality creep up behind me, put me into a chokehold
and made me say your name until it would let me go
but I couldn't answer, I couldn't tell it even though I wanted to-
So it never let go.
It still has me by my throat and whenever I try to tell someone
the grip becomes tighter and the oxygen begins to leave my brain
and it feels as if it has happened all over again.
My lungs are made of tar, and my liver of FDA approval
because even though I never smoked cigarettes
the smell of you encases what it takes for me to breathe
and the pills helped take away the memory
or at least manage it for the time being
until I got bad again and the pills weren't enough to work anymore
they just bled through my hands when I tried to take them
and when I would finally get the courage to pop them
into my mouth, they would get lost in the lining of esophagus
because you're still buried there.
And you took away what I thought I needed for survival.
I was broken and the pieces left were shell casings of your cologne
and a painted dark figure in a mirror I'll never be able to make-out.
I have wondered for so long if my mind was just harvesting-
waiting for this memory to grow back in time
with a little anti-depressants and a little alcohol
it would all come back
But it never did.
I was 13 when my memory planted the seeds of you in my mind-
I'm 20 now and you're still just a scarecrow in an empty field
but somehow, I'm the one looking for a brain
that can somehow map out your ****** features
or even spell out your name for me
but I always come out empty.
Memory is a tile floor
cold and masking the destruction of what's really underneath.
But sometimes you pull it back-
and all you end up finding is mold.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC