Favorite Son

Why did you need to take that pill?

Never has and never will

Make you better make you well

You're shackled in your self-inflicted cell

Sunlight you'll never see

You're a prisoner of pharmacology

And you're telling me you feel fine

Never better

That's what you said in your last letter

That was read aloud at your memorial last week

Where are you now?

Up above?

I hope you find some kind of love

That isn't bottled or tamper-resistant

But unconditional and consistent

The peace you've spent you lifetime searching for

If this is what it takes

Maybe others can learn form your mistakes

And turn off that blacklight before it gets too late