Ode to Aripiprazole

Would this were a perfect world wherein

a body could keep in continual stock

those blank tablets of such inestimable price.

Each sugar-pill like candy button melts,

liquesces in a sub-lingual embrace;

outpours throughout the system,

a needful and necessary preparation

of those arcane glyphs, C23H27Cl2N3O2.

Without You, I am a right psychotic shambles,

a quivering morass of irritable hallucinations.



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