In a generation of medicated existence, one forgets to have your own opinion. By granting an exit to 90% of the population who idiotically believe that mind altering drugs will save your life, Prozac has replaced Jesus Henry Christ. Somewhere between World War II and the fight for Equal Rights, the world has lost the ability to mind it's own business. When the allocation of worries became somewhere in between Santa Claus and your neighbor, everyone forgot to be a little selfish in it's endeavors to better things. If we just took the time to realize that minding your own business is the lost commandment that should have equaled eleven. For Prozac fuels indifference to the point of self righteous pursuits of "the greater good." The world could be a slightly better place if we capitalistically sold people their own thought process in a bottle rather than indulging them into the unrealistic notion that it takes two to tango and threes a crowd. And the only place we will end up is in a Babylonic world of patriotic activist with the intent of a saint and the power of the devil.
“Lunacy” comes from the moon, Who cycles through brilliance and darkness Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed Opposites not so well harnessed Who cycles through brilliance and darkness? The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Opposites. Not so well harnessed As she thought, her brain gives reason the slip The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Her body, depressed, her thoughts manic. As she thought, her brain gave reason the slip And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic. Her body depressed her thoughts. Manic Lunacy comes from the moon And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed
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