Audrey Bautz

Medicated Medic - Poem by Audrey Bautz

I am a walking medical diagnostic pill-popper.
Or is that what my shrink called me,
I don't remember which,
But he gave me subscriptions for it,
Here they all are,
Oops, dropped one,
Mustn't forget to flush out my senses with that one,
It's the one for my Neliostrobosity syndrome,
O' but don't ask me what that is, cause I don't know,
I just take what the doc gives,
Gotta keep the body and mind normal,
Because everyone wants to be considered “normal” right?
Hmmm, that's funny,
You can say the word all you want but it doesn't make you feel that way,
I mean what does it feel like, to be normal anyways?
And just because you “feel” that way doesn't mean you are,
Truth is you could go all your life by what society today considers “normal” or you could live it,
Then again you could live your entire life going by the back of a subscribed bottle,
I mean the U.S. will never run out of that,
Or you could be freed of your so-called-diagnosis,
But I'm sure the doctor will find something else wrong with you,
Maybe you see dancing toe nails everywhere,
I'm sure there's a drug out there for that,
So don't worry about having your own mind because if society hasn't brainwashed you yet then I'm sure the drugs will.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 6, 2008

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