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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