the good pleb’s war on (more) drugs
we, damn us, we
don’t ask for much.
we literally
break our backs at work
and like good plebs
we haul our broken backs
to the pharmacies
and we neck the cough syrup
we pop the pill
we snort the mint
and then we get back to work.
and we break our backs some more
until we dare to pester the doctor:
a middle man
who won’t operate on the cause
but graciously scribbles on a notepad
thereby giving us his permission
to buy more drugs
for the symptoms:
more drugs,
better drugs,
hell – the SAME drugs
but in nicer, branded boxes.
and we thank him
we THANK him
and drink and pop and snort
then get back
to our back-breaking work,
relieved that the NHS hasn’t been privatised yet.
no, seriously, we do!
we’re the good plebs,
us, damn us, us.
Horror Sleaze Trash 