The pharmacy that your liver encounters
Is nothing short of a waste dump.
You take Xanax to overhaul the anxiety
Allegra to ward off the asthma,
While the Coversyl you take is to keep
Your blood pressure round about the normal value.
And there is nothing to blame your disease-laden body,
But wear and tear, and a number
That keeps appreciating to time, taking with her,
All your diagnoses, of which the list,
Gets longer by the day, of how far away
You’re from, a well-oiled machine,
That needs a pharmacy, to make that serial number
Bigger every year, learning that
Little chemicals are like tiny angels,
That kill off the dangers inside your body,
To preclude the bigger winged angels,
From coming down to earth.