A modest generation looked for answers
in the belly of a bottle.
A remedy that would solve the riddles,
and unleash the answers for every question ever asked.
Medical experts, clergy, and talk show hosts
recounted the salvation of technology.
Delivered from the fate of disease,
chemical synthesis became a beacon.
Cures were promised but rarely delivered.
Palliative coping was a triumphant mechanism
fixing the enigma of capital investment.
Opiates for the masses.
A game played by the wealthy
securing their power with greased palms,
science, and the best advertising.
Groaning desire purchased more and more.
Pills popped to soften the blow.
Pills popped to lighten the load.
Pills popped to head off the pass.
Pills popped to quiet the past.
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