Zoloft

Zoloft is my less than three.
I'm happy everyday, it's true.
And bouncing down on sunshine lane,
Flowers everywhere.

Pill bottles scattered underfoot,
Frantic search for the chosen one.
It's in the closet with the badlocked door,
Clawing with bleeding fingers.

Zoloft is my less than three.
I'm happier than chim-chimeny.
And dancing down those neon streets,
Sparkles everywhere.

Emptied bag on the linoleum floor,
Cellphone crushed in frenzied haste.
It's in the pocket with the silken latch,
Ripped fabric flutters there.

Zoloft is my less than three.
I burst in song, so randomly.
Giggling non-stop the whole day through,
Technicolor everywhere.

I scream, I cry, I pummel walls.
Zoloft! Zoloft! I need you so.
Run down the street to the pharmacy,
To hold the clerk at gunpoint.

Zoloft is my less than three.
When I am sad it helps hug me.
With my Zoloft, I can do anything.
Darkness everywhere.