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Prozac Infomercial I’ve been thinking about this whole serotonin thing How the hell do we even really know it exists? Is it PH Balanced? Does Prozac use all natural products And is it New and improved Is it “only available right now in the US” Don’t try to snort ‘em, tho I already did and it didn’t do shit See the reason I HATE And I really do hate Most things Is because my serotonin is low Those fuckers are $3.00 a pill. Drug manufactures drive Lexus And molest the kids That are on the soccer team That they coach on the weekends The “mentally ill” fill homeless shelters Projects The streets. People are sick Because of this chemical imbalance That is genetic, you see. That’s why they eat out of the dumpsters And 15 year olds turn tricks for dope money But there’s GOOD NEWS All you have to do is take this pill And you will be 100% American “They” have figured out what is wrong with “us” and they have the costly cure. It may have 15 side effects But you’ll enjoy a life Of watching TV now. We are “sick” We are sick because we work Shitty jobs we don’t want To buy things we don’t need And have no livelihood, Or we live a life of poverty. I think they have Prozac extra strength now Pretty soon they will probably sprinkle it in Smoothies. I saw a lady today Mumbling to herself Filthy with a toddler in tow And people are at Hooter’s Leaving $20 tips. Trying to pick up the 17 year old waitress While the wife is home with the two kids. But they never missed a day of work They’ve never been in jail. Their clothes are all clean And they always have a smile. They are well We are sick. Chemically imbalanced Genetically fucked up. And they still Shake their heads Scribble on their clipboard And tell me they don’t understand What I’m so angry about. A hand with a Rolex hands me a script That will be 80 bucks and that’s just one months worth.. I can’t wait till the day That the hands attached to arms decorated with track marks the arms soaked in urine the arms of the punks the arms of the few the very few who have figured out what it really means to be sick, are holding a gun to the one with the perfect teeth. Alcohol makes me well And YOU make me sick And the thing I hate the most Are these people passing judgments Separating the classes Segregating the unwanted Just because We know that TV is masturbation And God is patriarchal, capitalist, and conformist propaganda And no one Not one of us Is well.
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