Meds

When your shrink calls you crazy, you know it's bad
My neuroses are constant--not just a fad
Like hip huggers or skinny jeans
Saadia without meds borders on the obscene
OCD, depressive, manic,
Always in a fucking panic
Prozac, Lexapro
Fire up my mojo
Xanax and Wellbutrin
Leave me with a permagrin
With all these drugs I could be a pharmacist
Using two toned capsules as an exorcist
For demons that I don't approach
Who still manage to encroach
On my space
At a somewhat alarming pace
Maybe the good doctor's delusion
Contributes to my confusion
Readers, at least I'm not dull
It's hard to be boring when you always have a mouthful
Of pills
That supposedly help emotional ills
Of course Dr. F thinks different things
These are the words that mindfuck brings