Prozac Provider
A weakened man
By any measure
Seek he must
The crudest pleasures
To ward off pain
The Devil's lick
First must die
To 'come unsick.
A candle lights
An open crypt
He feints a smile
With reptile lips.
If dust to dust
And ash to ash
Then vermin spawn
Beneath the trash.
Break a twig
And fuck a pig
Pass out shovels
That all may dig.
The air is still
The sky is dead.
Electric storms
Inside his head.
Brush his teeth,
The bastard punk,
Floss the bile
That he has drunk.
He has to move
No place to go.
The phone is dead
The wind won't blow.
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Submission Name: Prozac Provider
