freedom

my freedom lies
in a small white pill

at night
asleep
unconscious
of my own
imminent
suffering
until it is too late

awaken in a frenzied misery
straight to the bottle my trembling hands fly
swallow
and slowly comes relief

nightly my enslavement continues
thus my cry of insurrection
my song of freedom
ZYRRRRRRRR-TEC!

haha, you didn't think i was a pill junkie did you?
yes, thus suffers the camobunny—from allergies, that is.
ha!