One thing they (the schools, teachers, my pastor) always say is “Don’t do drugs!”
But I was just thinking today (and yesterday) about how all of my mom’s friends always try to tell me about Wellbutrin, Prozac, Zoloft, Ambien, and Abilify. These fancy assholes keep showing up at our doorstep with tidings and cheer (I mean drugged drooly smiles plastered on they’re faces with fake FAKE drugs).
They show up and come in shaking off the snow and so fucking smelling good and they took a shower that morning and didn’t read the news about refugees or didn’t think about how America is Screwed BECAUSE THEY WERE SO FUCKING HIGH FROM THE AMBIEN last night and the few other stuff they popped right that morning.
I fucking hate when you get in my face and my mom’s face and say oh Monica you should up your dose or call this doctor and STAAAACY why don’t you try Wellbutrin.
“You look so sad.”
“Why aren’t you singing along with the Christmas carals with us?”
“Don’t pinch me.”
You stupid high idiots I’m sorry, I know some people need it and I probably (no definitely) need it too but I refuse you. No, thank you. No, screw yourself. Please stop showing up at our door with false tidings of drugs and I hope you choke on a holly grove or whatever you people eat or suction down without taste buds from the side effects.
Shower me with Prozac chump trump my poem is now