A.N: Mmm, no real clue as to what this is. I just got bored, and realized that I normally update on Fridays. I give you a pretty shitty poem about medication. This was previously in my Medicated Psyche collection, but it sucked too much. Enjoy it folks.

Let's Get It On...

Take them to stop the pain,

Take them to stop the feelings.

Take them:

Those (poisoned) candies,

Ruining what's left of our soul.

Mindlessly popping them,

Like 50 popcorn.

Is it all really worth it?

Does it make you better?

Does it make you feel?

Ignore the nausea,

The pounding headaches.

Just ignore all of the problems

They give right back to you.

Don't they get rid of your pain?

Do we even think anymore,

Can we live without

These (tainted) chemicals,

Made with factory-brand love.

Is there any other kind?

Just let the thoughts stop.

Let your mind loose itself

In the murky depths of effects.

Companies don't give a shit,

They're manufacturing our souls

Because we're too dependent:

Can't get off those pills.

End...

A.N: The use of the brackets was actually inspired by The Remix - thanks for all the reviews. I wanted to give it a try. Sadly enough, I had Pop by The Backstreet Boys stuck in my head the entire time. God I need to emerse myself in better music.