Drugged Haze
© Laura Craig Mason 2000

You corrupt,
Bankrupt,
disrupt
my biology
like the dirty syringe.
All these thoughts hinge
on my mind, on my binge
of drugs and hatred, 
just let me cringe.
Broken.
like the bitter pill
you just tossed me.
I am culturally bound
to syndrome  after syndrome
of hormone deficiencies
faulty synapses,
or false memories.
All you can manage
to do, is give me brain damage
and micromanage
this life of mine.
Is this the
unnecessary pathologizing 
of cyclical changes in women?
Funny
You would have to ask.
this is your burden, your task.
Find me an honest dealer.
Researchers take a ride on the  drug-company gravy train,
While I sit out at the bus stop, in the rain.
Waiting to fill my 30 days 
With your prescribed paxil haze.