Mr and Mrs Normal at work

 
He and she sat slightly up
dressed in fresh gap clothing
opposite each other
from the top corner, waiting
for the call with their numbers

relaxing assured as they did this every day
collecting cash in hand
feeling smug about the way of it
the way they play their game of life

no care about the concequences
for the ill and de-stressed
whoes lives were in their hands
on the receiving end of their greed
who will be popping the pills they pass as OK
in a few years time through need

somewhere in some lonely place
hidden
away out of sight, no sunlight
just dark and fear
sobbing screaming self harming and foreboding,

these two dead souls answer 'Yes the pills would be wonderful
for the other people'
as they squirm in the office warmth
rubbing their eyes waiting bored
for the clipboard man
to tick what he wanted to hear
hand them the cash and send them out the door,

the pharmacutical testing company happy
the scrounging greedy soul-less scum happy
scum happy
the scum pharmacy testing hidden fleeting
testing hidden
scum pay for tick the right box happy
pass the drug approval scum thief
not one care about the poor souls screaming
hidden

waiting in a dark hell for help locked in to silence