Pain killers for dinners

In the white overcoat we choose to trust. Within the fuss concernin our lust for health. But since when was health a matter of the purchased pills upon a shelf? Learn your self, and the esoteric wealth of your own healing capabilities. Is it really a necessity to ask your doctor about Prilosec? You better bet that it’s the fucking same as Nexium. Excuse me ummmmn, cant you see big pharma feeds off of your cyclic karma? Your best friend is a little pressed tablet stored carefully in your cabinet, if you really want to khow whats keeping ya flaccid, it’s the shady tactics of Johnson and Johnson. He blossoms in your fake diagnosis of your self induced psychosis. Sclerosis encasing you within a worried shell, Phobic neurosis flickering strobic dualities. Your confused as fuck. Day to day insanities got you down? well lets fix that frown with paxil. SSRIS overdose give ya a fuckin death thrill. Claritin clear ya sinuses by injecting more viruses, acetaminophen to numb the pain of the brain, you fiend for codeine. lipitors got you bangin your head on the floor, the core of your spirit has been hijacked cuz you took prozac, battle heart attack with more aspirin, the shit makes ya blood thin. My libido cant be hidden by a speedo, im horny as hell cant you tell? But oh shit I have a problem at this conjunction and they call it erectile dysfunction. Well how bout you stop pumpin that toxic love into the physical and I wont have to get a physical. Father Pfizer ive never met one whos wizer, prescribe me with another useless pill so my soul may exhume from this experimented body. The lines are foggy between real and fake, whats at stake? Its your very essence of being tempted by the devil manifest. Get this fucking weight off my chest, I don’t want the comfort of a barbiturate. Are you in favour for a bronchodilator? Treats many a flavour such as asthma, bronchitis or emphysema. Neglect the cause of polluted fogs, of carcinogens creating infected phlegm. Depression endogenous, caused by outward effects of a collected death, chest heaving till I exhale my final breath I lay this weary conscious to rest. Suffering from premature dementia, loss of memory, suspended animation in revery, loss of reality and intellectual decline of the connection with the divine. The world is spinning so fast we all suffer from vertigo. Use the media for placebo, Your daily dose of distractions of brightly coloured circus attractions, bow down to big pharmas faction, for there is no escape from the corporate fist, might as well buy into their synthetic bliss.