by Hokis, senior editor

     Fatal compounds bonded and secured.
     Scripted by the white coats.
     Trust took it right in the mouth
     for the right hook that it was.
     Leaving a new bruise where the pain
     used to be.

     The hardest pill to swallow is
     not the red, white, or blue one's -
     the claimed freedom from one’s pain ones.
     It is the green ones -
     the inked tree pulp
     we pass in trade
     for lives ones.

     The justice league believes
     Your penny jar
     Will cure us both of this ailing disease.
     Me, I no longer have faith in your side of the coin.

Now weighted with the light/e/ning faith in this recovered knowing;

I am not a substance
you cannot swallow me.

inspired by this NPR piece: