Your medicine draws you back
to even from an odd basis in nature,
not your fault though you've had
to own it after painstaking reflection
Upon the benefit of not. Denied
and defied for a time, you gave in
to suspicious hints and whispers,
vindictively you thought: "I'll show
her. I'll show them all I don't need
any of this." "Take with plenty
of water," the bottle advised. Plenty
isn't good enough, though. A rising tide
brings all boats afloat, so. Might as well
add some good spirits and stimulant in.
Gin & Coke it is! Peculiar beverage, but
hardly still. "Take without alcohol," wait.
Too late. Had plenty. In sum toto, over time
we find it brings (in combination with sleep,
good food and air - the usual) about
a nice retardation
of the rise if too high, drop
if too low dynamic one finds, fills
the mind with a well-picked species of
cotton, and drains away
much of the character one fancies
others find in us. Or we have.
Still. Try water next time. Maybe that's
the trick. Don't operate heavy machinery
sleepily, for a light touch with one's wits
fully alert, going about on the down-low
skulk, gives goes and drives way better
to realistically-aimed goals. Who knows?
Maybe it is what it isn't? Maybe let's find
out and in. By experiment, only - rigorously
undertaken, the better to truly falsify, if
(as we hope and believe), she'll be right.
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(Warning: condition-specific remedy only. This poem does not constitute advice, for what's good for you may not be right for others. Mind you, that's just a pat diagnosis made without first obtaining your full medical history. I feel the time has come to complain about people"...etc.)
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Thanks, Mel!
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