Hogging All The Prozac Poem by Paul Fisher

One day walking down the street
Found a pistol on the ground
Looked a little fun
Better than the work undone
I once had a friend
I shot that kid
In the head
Now he’s lying, cold as hell
And six feet deep
Six feet, six feet
And in the gutter
One day walking down the street
Found some pills
The little bottle inscribed
In blood red letters
Engraving in gravy, Prozac
Now I’m stepping on tacks
And swimming in poison