by Dr Bob

Shall I compare thee to a valium overdose
Thou art more cruisy and more overtemperate.
Rough contraindications do shake the Alexander flasks of May,
And anti-inflammatory’s prescription hath all too short a date.
Sometime two diazepams in the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold amoxycillin dimmed;
And every dose from me never declines,
No chance, or nature’s own, untrimmed;
But thy eternal seroquel shall not fade,
Nor lose potassium of that trainfare thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou selfmedicates in his shade,
When in eternal lines of Darien-peak marching powder thou grow’st.
So long as men can snort, or eyes can squint,
So long to this buzz, and defibrillator gives life to thee.