medicate me America
fill me with those drive threw hand outs
pump me full of all that naive freedom
till my veins fill up.
till I’m bleeding at the spot you stuck your needle
bleeding all that red white and blue
You make me feel like a young starlet
all swooped hair and painted eyes
and that fake beauty mark by my lip
all Xanax and Prozac in the hotel room
Take another
put it in your mouth
let it all fly
“I want you”
you tell us
but how?
how do you want us?
doped up?
a nice calm?
a nice nothing?
drive by all those quick stop stores
with their drive threw stands
I’d like a sandwich, a fry, and a handful of Oxy
I’d like a mind, a life, and
you to mind you own fucking business