The Trazadone made me feel alone,
the Thorazine clouded my scene.
The Effexor mad me hate to hex her,
but the Xanax acted to quell my panics.
(Ok, the meter isn’t exactly perfect, but it was a first stab at rhyming pharmaceuticals with real results. BTW, do not attempt this if you are not a copywriter. There is no reason to do so.)
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Effexor to fix her,
Wellbutrin to let in,
Klonopin the King Pin
Paxil can kill.
Nine years of that. Then it got bad.
Tamoxifen to stop the spin
Of tumor cells gone wild
Zoladex tries to suppress
Her moans from hormones gone
Zometa to retard the spread
Of metastases to her head
One year of that. It isn't working.
Femara. I'll star 'ya if you work.
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