My New Antidepressant P'ill (a ruff draught comedy, farce, parody, satire, or sum'such shit. You name it!)

 
All Praises Master-God Pharmacuetica !
 
I'm finally    FREE   from  decades  of torment.
 
I don't give a shit about AnyThing. I'm free as the breeze, light as a flea!
 
I don't care a damn for You, or Me, or Anybody.
I neither hate nor love, nor like or dislike.
 
The past is as dead as my b'lov'ed girlchild, and the future does Not Exist.
 
I'm a'feels so content in the Here & Now of constant confinement  
                      of my lonely little room, (as befits my Failure of Heart,
                       cardiac dis-Abledness, and ugly, smelly old'age)
         becluttered wit all me earthly  craptreasures, & bare-bone  
             social security income.......(money money, shit and honey)
 
If I awake alive tomorrow, fine.  If I wake up dead, so fckn what?
            I'm good  to go, i 'm good to stay.
 
I go NoWhere as if I've already been EveryWhere.
 
Love me, hate me.....no damn diff anymore.
 
Birth me, kill me, over and over and again for good, dumb luck.  
 
Crown me King, then Guillotine me.  
                   Me rollin'head will laugh wit thee horror.
 
Incinerate me and all the children with that great atomic power.  
                   We'll thank G'odd in the end as in the beginning.
 
All Praise The Great Phameceutica !
 
I'm free a'gain !            
 
 (who was it said: "I feel better than JAMES BROWN !"/?) **
                                                        ~~~
** ( it was Was/Not Was, that's who)
 
 
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