I Take Drugs

I go to the doctor. I weigh in. Ooh, not bad. I talk to the doctor. He listens to me breathe. Interesting, he says, interesting. He writes a prescription. I go to the pharmacy. They don’t have the drugs I need. The pharmacist calls around, but I have to leave for work. Drugs, I say, walking down the street. I need drugs. Drugs, drugs. Please give me some drugs. I need to kill bacteria, all the bacteria inside me. Drugs, who will give me drugs?