I Demand A Return Of Those Old Remedies Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I understand the economy suffers,
From an assortment of bankruptcies.
I understand there are those...
Who may be processing for the first time,
Their own financial emergencies.

No need to tell me,
I must endure through agonies.
Yesterday...it 't'was'...
I would not fathom or could believe,
Such dire straits would dance upon the horizon.
But...
So much for tragic impressions!
'Where' is my caviar?
And before dinner hors d'oeuvres...
I've grown accustomed to eat.
I'm feeling a bit despondent.

'Uh...Mister Pertillar,
They have long not been within your budget! '

EXCUSE ME?
I want and need my delusions fed!
Where has the Prince of Delsuions gone?

'He and the others,
Were replaced by your new medications.'

Well,
I demand a return of those old remedies.

'Sir...
Your 'supplier' is on strike!
Demanding those fees be hiked.'

Oh I can't wait until they legalize that stuff!
What has happened?
Has 'everyone' been corrupted...
By rumors and that kind of bluff?