Reinvention had its price
It was as if the old cuckoo clock
Had no space for cuckoos
And all those empty sheets
Of Xanax and Prozac had poured weedicide
And killed all the weeds

Only the body was now like a scarecrow
Dangling limbs and painted face
The crows were gone, so were the ravens
And other sinister corvids

And the smile was like vanilla
Squeezed out of a pod by a burst of serotonin
And I felt as queer as a naked mole rat
And as calm as a panda

And happiness was just like a full moon
Just a reflection, just an illusion.


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