We have deserted ourselves
And descended into strange Snow Whites
And Sleeping Beauties, consumed
By the misfortunes of pharmacy poisons
Yes, we had dragons
But they did us no harm
Unlike your poisonous concoctions and
Pesky mirroring of mirrors
Now, when the lids are open
If ever they should open,
We shudder, for there is
No longer a world of Christmas lights
And sensual men and sweet children
It is a world of vomit and sweat
And paralyzing fear
A perpetual fog
A miry grayish-black swill fog
Our minds and veins
Are screaming with warnings
But you say,” It is all in the mirror”
As you look into your mirror mirror
You brutal serial-Pharma-paid killer
You vane and horrid, inhumane bastards
Dealing out death, taking pride in choking life
And your prize: our wages and Sanity
And your sanctuary is in our organs
Moment by moment
Our moments are erased
It is “all in our heads”
And it must be erased
Pharma life is a death-life
Preservation with a shelf life
Not fit for disposal
Disposal would be too kind
Our shinning knights
Hung by ties and smiles
Tell us how well we are:
Poison apples, deadly spindles, and all
Then a thrill – an awakening
Yes it was a pill a mistaken pill
That eased the ache and made us all wake
And we were both ferocious and tender
Re-united with our dragons
Awakened Beauties, well rested
Not awakened by harm or charm
But kissed by dragons,
Then woodsman came,
And With all his might he
Crashed his axe into clarity of our sight
And we scatter and vanish and succumb
The woodsman did not strike to kill
But to deadened us to into slaves
As we know, my ladyships
Deadened is worse than death
So what shall be our endeavor?
The Pharma mortician courts us without
Mirth or melody – mercilessly
Unlike our dragons: deadly and annoying
How shall we emerge from our
Various states of life-death spells?
Should we return to earth-clay form?
And re-shape?
In a nutshell, no,
We love our fucking dragons!
They hiss and howl
And keep poisonous snakes at bay
And these monsters with whipping tongues
Free samples and power o’er our will
Who shall slay them?
Where are our shining knights?
My ladies, our men too,
Have swallowed poison
They cannot ejaculate
Nor see their way straight
And in our anaorgasmic state
Do we not love them as our children?
For we can have no children
Whilst on the ills and messes of pills
Remember the lovers
Rolling on the knolls
The beauty of the man
His warm hands on your breasts
His fingers filtered through your hair
His body so beautiful and warm
When you still could feel warmth
When you could know “feel”
Remember when he slipped inside you
And his breath beat hot whispers
Your face in synchronicity
With his rhythm, Remember?
Are we not children of God?
Were we not made
To make perfect love
And strive for higher selfhood?
If we make a plan of escape
Will we even go?
Were we made to be raped and raped
By skills of hunters and pills of doctors?
No, my ladies, we are dragons.
