Controlled Substance Poem by Tom Billsborough
Controlled Substance
A controlled substance am I,
A mobile pharmacy,
And open all hours
To the smart tricks of chemistry.
Without any prescription
Or authorised borrowing
There is no restriction
To its games as I'm sleeping.
Someone in there is having a ball.
It could be my double
It could be my soul.
Whoever it is, they'd better keep going.
Or I won't be hearing the next cock crowing!
Smart. Humorous perspective of the symbiosis of man and his medicine. A neat trick, seeing one's self as a controlled substance, becoming inseparable from the substances at work within.
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9/19/2024 12:04:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I'm taking two and going to sleep, great poem although I think I need a prescription: -)
I'll have one delivered! There must be an all night chemist s somewhere on this tiny island!