August 27, 2016Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, The Daily Writ, Uncategorized 1 Comment Chemical Cosh Under the cosh We ain’t livin’ Anti-psychotic That you’re givin’ Slide the needle in Butt or shoulder Time release I thought depots were for buses But There’s no fusses “Take him down!” In goes the stimulant And a million neurons Get nuked. The chemical cosh Is revealed not in Its constituent ingredients But in the circumstances Of its administration. Copyright B E Saunders 2016 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...
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