contemporary apothecary

In these dark alleys you will find
All sorts of remedies for a sick mind
A pill for the common apathy
Another exhausts your battery
Plenty to calm your last tightened nerve
A few to set you a bit above the curve
Happily floating on clouds you’ll see
What has become of your destiny
A big sack of this and a bottle of that
The devil lurks under the welcome mat
Fragmentation occurs
You’ll have to endure
The consequences of this battle
With all of the sicknesses addled
And no more pressure from the boss
Because you lost work as part of the cost
Spendthrift or big chips
It’ll never make sense
To waste what you have
To gain the other half
Brain rinsing and brain washing go hand in hand
They’ll drag you deeper into the tumultuous lands
And when you’re done and you’ve found the light
Nobody will listen for fear of similar plight
Woe to those entranced by death
Never allowed to make another step
Constantly staggering by potions mixed
Hoping to find the solution to be easily fixed