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,
The wise,
The comfort,
The rich.
And if anyone else were to sell themselves,
as a service,
or to just survive
The top down oppression.
We are condemned.
SickyBeat 