This Is Therapy?

I think they call this
Therapy
But all I know is
What it does to me

I swerve and weave
each time I drive
I crash down hard
Swan-like I dive
I feel more dead
I won't survive
"So take one more!"
My doc does strive
all in the name of
Therapy...

I think they call this
Therapy
The cure is so simple --
Pharmacology!

I start my day
At eight or so
I take my pills
to sleep I go
In a few hours
I soon may wake
I try to stand
My legs, they shake
All in the name of
Therapy...

I think he calls this
Therapy
So smug, so greedy
So syrupy

To my bathroom
I slowly stumble
But I usually trip
Into a tumble
each little thing
Feels so uphill
My alarm goes off
"Take your pill!"
All in the name of
Therapy...

I think they call this
Therapy
To me it seems like
Heresy

Down they go
Each pill I swallow
My doctor's orders
I duly follow
I barely crawl
Back to my bed
There on my pillow
My swirling head
All in the name of
Therapy...

One o'clock
Two o'clock
Take a pill!

Three o'clock
Four o'clock
What a thrill!

Five o'clock
Six o'clock
Think you're ill?

Seven o'clock
Eight o'clock
Why so still?

Nine o'clock
Ten o'clock
Your brain on chill?

Eleven o'clock
Twelve o'clock
Time you refill!

But just before
I close each eye
I plead and pray
I do not cry
But tears they come
I ask God, "Why?"
And wonder if
I'll wake or die
All in the name of
Therapy...

I think they call this
Therapy
But all I know is
What it does to me

This is therapy?

©Breathe 1994