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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Biographical >> ID #1342968  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
It's an empty theater.
Drug of choice.
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My dad stands all day, smiling
Turning 'scripts into pills
Some wouldn't be able to make it.
The cliche holds true,
but most take their bliss
one numbing pill at a time

I'm okay most of the time now, Habibi

I sit in class with a blank stare,
I sit in the back of my mind
watching a movie being projected onto my frontal lobe
precentral gyrus and the related cortical tissue that folds into the central sulcus
But I'm just here for the dopamine
this movie I'm watching, it's you and me
I keep re-writing the scripts
Not sure I'd be able to make it
One numbing scene at a time
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