The Opiate Of The Masses Poem by Patti Masterman

The opiate of the masses
Feeds them commercials all day long,
For every variety of prescription drug
Known to mankind,
In between the mind numbing
Game shows and soap operas.
It seems somehow fitting;
Like playing, to all the catatonic inmates in the asylum
The sound bites promoting only electro-shock therapy;
Or adding a sizable dose of morphine
To the IV drip that's feeding into the veins, of the comatose.