And they call them antipsychotics

Olanzipine makes you obese

Aripirazole makes you lactate

Clozapine makes you faint

But I’m not worried about the seniority of the doctors in charge

Who are too young to understand the sensitivity of the psyche

And its warrants to allow those with undue pressures to perform

To allow them to feel secure in the findings of medicine

They don’t understand the use of prescription medicine to help their cause

To understand feelings misjudging them as faithless beings

Inscribed with the factual and not informative.

I feel they are killing us successfully as they use their means to open doors they should leave shut and to close them is impossible once they begin their terror.

Picu is psychiatric intensive care which they do not do. They don’t care and leave you caged with your medicine until you adapt to their way of thinking.

It is sure to be the end of all thinking when they absolve themselves of all jurice prudence and allow the writing to say it all.


We dive and play in the polluted waters

Of sanity, drinking our fill of other people’s filth

When we finally vomit

We get medicated

And forget how to swim

So we look at our playmates

In the yard smoking butts like

Kids outside by the bikesheds

Fooling around

It’s a statement of intent that I preach

The gospel according to St John this morning

To the required church member

Who is not for the pie nor the stilt

He is for the why and the wilt

Once he knows what he has done

Out of respect for his minor heretic stance

He shall be faithless no more

For he is not shalt and shouldn’t enough to be

The faith healer he longs for to be.

He saw this in the morning and that does not stop

Him from being in the afternoon what he shall be

That is a knot for the string to my bow

As my buddy and I

Follow through and dive in again.

Copyright B E Saunders 2016