solemnly, sternly standing stood a man with clothes too small

with an understanding attitude like the hands that break his fall

his critics criticize him as he leads them towards the door

then he cracks a smile, laughs, and says nobody’s keeping score

completes me

we trust the medicine

our child gets a scratch we give our child a brand new head

we eat what’s on our plate

we drink what’s in our cup 

we like the shiny tv screen 

it spits, we lap it up

and so they push this product

and they know we’ll but it

they sing (a song)

we hum (along)

we sing

but we don’t understand the words to the song

and they fill our heads 

with sugar coated shit

‘cause there’s no need to talk

when we have medicine

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