I ordered the new prescription a week before running out.
Because it is a controlled substance,
A support for my dreams
After years of keeping me alive
Because so many outside witnesses
Deemed me a lost cause.
Because my pennies don’t gleam enough.
And so the controlled substance
Must be guarded,
We poor people could peddle them
For the freedom that comes with paying rent.
I wait for the prescription,
It is misdated,
but there are no options on a weekend
And I wonder
If life is considered a controlled substance too?
Because it is granted, taken, and manipulated
at the discretion of the powerful,
And if anyone else were to sell themselves,
as a service,
or to just survive
The top down oppression.
We are condemned.