Designed To Maim Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Eleven months after stopping Lyrica I still feel
haunted, persecuted, the wrong person in the
wrong place at the wrong time - no wonder the
users want to commit suicide; feeling guilty or
just being remiss, convinced of wrongdoing

Trying to accomplish a job against this over-
whelming feeling of being in the wrong, being
stupid, dumb, idiotic, redundant - this devilish
Lyrica WANTS me to die, is happy in its lyrical
killing of the physical system, it enjoys dealing

Death to the cells, the pains and aches in my
burning feet and inflamed muscles and bones,
this drug from hell wants the victim in surgery
permanently, inflamed gut to be cut out, eyes
burning, ears hurting, aneurisms, ligaments

Shrivelling, mind inflamed by the atmosphere
and force of death to all cells, enforced death
and destruction: Lyrica is the perfect weapon
to destroy life & change the victim into a self-
destructive moron, pregabalin is a poison

Designed to maim and teach human beings
they are sinners who deserve to suffer and
die painfully for justice to be fulfilled…