Since I met you,
my dopamine’s been torn to bits;
my serotonin receptors have given
up in nicotine fits of mutiny,
and because of class politics, I ended up
on generic antidepressants
/that’s generic SSRIs,
for the sophisticates/
I just wanted a normal
relationship maybe
a distorted serotonin
reuptake could get me there.
At least that’s what
I thought before I met
you and me
and you and
me
and you.
Matt Maday 