Do It From The Heart, Or Not At All.

This was written as a follow up to "Futility.."

You should be the only one with an answer
Sir, the medication fails to help
Take another swig
The tunnel vision lets you know its working
These pills breakdown
Dissolving so helplessly in the acids
Just like the people
So detached, they feast
On their daily dose of endless stupor
They never question
Just sign the checks
And you just sign scripts
Fancy yourself a demigod, do you?
So go on, Doctor
Take another bite, you brute
Go ahead, you deceitful fuck
Feed your ravenous ego
With your stratagems
Containing strategically placed words.
While they're in straitjackets
You're playing the part
Of a lucid, straight-laced human being
Neither of which you actually are
Congratulations on winning that first class trip
Straight to Hell
I bet you sleep like a dream.