I see America stumbling like the dead awake,
Eyes blank, mouths hanging limply agape.
I see America stumbling through multitudes of destitute bottles,
That were once brimming with pellets of synthetic feel good.
I see America stumbling on a combined dosage of deadly.
The child proof locks having long lost their ability
To guard the blissful pellets from the young who swallow them readily.
I see America stumbling, and staggering in shock
At the number of emergency calls flowing in around the clock.
I see America stumbling, like the dead alive, and yet
Those who truly live reap the benefits,
Collecting the money of the early addicted.
So while the pellets continue to be hastily churned out,
I see America stumbling through its own coffins.