Poem By Sherman Peebody

What color is your Prozac?
Mine is orange and gray.
A total forty milligrams,
To get me through each day.

Is Gabatril Neurontin?
Or Neurontin Gabatril?
I take both, but I suspect,
The answer is quite nil.

Clomipramine is always there,
To trump the OCD.
But never have I felt the less,
Of all I'm s'posed to be.

Alprazolam's a tranquilizer,
It removes the edge.
Especially when emotes hit,
Like a fucking sledge.

Sonata's for insomnia,
A dandy li'l hypnotic.
I wonder if it brings relief,
If one should feel psychotic?

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