Pharmaceutical parasites,
jeopardise lives
from corporate towers
in the skies.
Drug dealers in disguise,
selling their highs during office hours.
Feeding their greed with innocent cries.
These lowlifes deal in addiction,
pain is just a means to aid their infliction.
Money saves them from convictions.
Greed is their jurisdiction.
Literal opium to the masses.
It's okay though, 'we have VIP passes.'
Get them hooked and look the other way,
snorting hits, 'it wasn't us'
'The addicts are their own worst enemies.'
Shifting blame, whilst the money rains.
Death, it’s just life anyway.
Lies and deceit, suave suited creeps,
wonder how any of them sleep.
Do they believe that they are aiding?
Not just wading in the ill-gotten gains.
The pill shorting brains. The till ringing
still claiming it’s just about easing pain.
Money papers over the cracks,
but headstones stack up
and will one day hit you right back.
Then will you take the pill you prescribed,
taste your own medicine,
and see it all from the other side?
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