Poem #2,738 | We do not do well with illness
We do not do well with illness
[men] – underlying constants –
long-term decline of neurality
& pleasure soften our mind [&
put us among those decrepit –
those poor house men] – We’ll
take set drugs & succumb to a
path of expectation – it’ll keep
consultants quiet [doing dose-
paths] – I watch my friends arc
& loop to cruel side-effects – a
long-term dis-benefit – I’ll not
give in to drug’s corruption by
easy embrace – avoid ugliness
fixing under my furrowed skin