by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
Medication is fornication.
You know it is, doctor.
You just want to fuck me up.
The modification of my life
is in your hands, doctor.
You just want to change my ways.
There is nothing at all wrong
with my mind. Perhaps you
are the problem, not me.
I need to serve dinner for the
celebrities, doctor.
They are coming over.
How can I fix them dinner when
I am in here, doctor?
You just want to poison me.
Since I was four years old I have
been poisoned in my head.
You are just like my mother.
She never let me have any fun.
I always had rules I
had to follow, just like now.
*you can order t Luis' new chapbook, THE BOOK OF ABSURD DREAMS from New Polish Beat.
December 16, 2009
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