Prozac

On such bizarre days when cakes come knocking,

On silent doors, and birds bark their presence in gold,

On crooned fingers perch diamond rings,

On each square presumption leaps

On such days you speak to me in tongues, and myself,

On Xanax, I think,

On Prozac life is

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