Formal Medicine

1, 2, 3, 4.
I can hear you at my door.
Your water really doesn't help me,
I am burning in my fury.
Mostly harmless, nonetheless
I somehow catch your interest.
There needn't be a need for this,
why must you start analysis?

Sedate me to translate me.
Medicate me -
I'll count black sheep.
It's getting late and this dose rate
was never meant for me -
I'll oversleep.

...

5, 6, now in bed 8.
I swear I won't recriminate.
I cannot need another drop,
I ask you that this madness stop.
I'll tongue them all, try to pretend
I don't need to be my own friend.
One day I'll atone for my ills,
but I won't pop your goddamn pills.

Sedate me to translate me.
Medicate me -
I'll count black sheep.
It's getting late and this dose rate
was never meant for me -
I'll oversleep.

...

I'll oversleep.



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Writer(s): Emma Elizabeth Curry
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