You can tell a lot about a person by the pills they take

Literally, what makes them tick

Their soft spots

And what they think

The cure for everything is an antibiotic

Or maybe an antipsychotic

Never mind your diagnosis

We all land somewhere on the spectrum of neurosis

Little capsules and tablets glisten like Christmas lights

Once in our systems they seem to allay some frights

But as a prescriber, I’m not sure how many more I can dispense

The patient on the other end of the table only sees a glimpse

But the tables have turned and I only see a shell too

There’s only so much that scans and blood work and a 5-minute chat can tell about you

If you could just hush

I’m in a rush

Here’s your antibiotic – it’ll kill your gut

And your referral to the next doctor who will give you more pills

Isn’t it ironic: The psychiatric drugs make you gain weight

But take some Ozempic and you’ll look great

Oh, the thrills!

ED, HIV – no need to be afraid of anything

Statins will make you live forever

Go to your doctor, ask for whatever

No one’s getting better

Should I write the AMA or big pharma a letter?

My world is drowning in drugs

Can we both stop and look at our lives?

Maybe cut the ties: of social media and the fast food chains

Step into the light of the sun and exercise

Maybe an apple

Not that I’m trying to overly simplify

If your job is killing you, a pill won’t help

It’s tough, but you’ve got to grapple

Pills breed pills

Yeah, medicine can save but it also kills

Without drugs nothing will be known about you

How long till the whole thing comes undone?

As one on the inside I implore you to take my advice: Run