who cares about sleep when
all it provides is subconscious
nightmares combined with cold
sweats and anxious legs.
i want my rest unencumbered
from the unconscious memories
of an unpleasant childhood
mauled by pit bull parents.
life seems like it has so much
to offer if you’re born to the
right family in the right country.
But alas, here we are dealing
with the inequities of a system
designed to favor one social class
over another; thankfully,
(i look down upon the bourgeois peasants).
Whew! That sucks for you!
Yes, doctor, i’ll take that abilify now.