A sonnet about antidepressants:
We want some pretty words for ugly times,
hope new made to delay our resign.
A catharsis, refreshing church bell chimes.
A happy reference, better-day shrine.
That offer in human medication,
expensive drugs to treat our worries.
Magic to maintain sophistication,
complete the day with no mental flurries.
We want to believe more than Duchovny,
but proof we need never seems to come up.
Decrease heart, increase productivity,
drop your thoughts in the world’s bottomless cup.
We are affixed inside false, glassless screens,
lying and reenacting daily scenes.
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