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Year 2: Day 73 – Bitter Medicine

you don’t have to buy it
like a drug on the streets;
it wafts through the windows
like a bomb raid,
its good forced into your lungs
like a vapor rub

pictures you can’t hide from,
smiling faces of everyone else
burning down your throat,
dissolving the rotted guts
of a system that doesn’t work

the world has a way of dancing in front of your eyes,
shoving things in your face like a bitter medicine
and, though healed, you see that no one is
as healthy as they seem

but isn’t it fun to get the dose
before you know you’re sick

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