(Pill Mills, Dime Bags, and Irony)
With excuses that are simply lame,
To hide evidence of drugs with blame.
Oversight absent, chaos reigned,
A system broken, trust profaned.
The White House halls, a pharmacy’s guise,
Controlled substances passed in lies.
During Trump’s reign, the pill mill thrived,
Fentanyl and Ambien kept spirits alive.
Records in shambles, ignored—
But hey, it’s fine when it’s their accord.
And now RFK takes center stage,
A teenage addict turned public health sage.
Heroin helped him ace his class,
(“If it still worked, I’d give it a pass!”)
Valium and Percodan were his friends,
Until addiction brought it all to an end.
Yet here he stands, redemption’s knight—
Running the FDA? Sure, seems right!
Oh, but wait—what’s this we see?
A dime bag of coke near the West Wing entry!
Republicans howled with righteous dismay:
“How dare such scandal darken this day!”
But let’s not forget the pill mill affair—
Trump’s White House pharmacy flowing with care.
Ambien for staff? Provigil for free?
Controlled substances with no ID!
Fentanyl and morphine dispensed at will—
No oversight needed; just take your fill.
And then there’s Elon, unelected and high,
Ketamine to calm his “negative chemical sky.”
LSD trips and cocaine binges abound—
Yet he shapes our future while tripping around.
Meanwhile, the CDC"s helm is steered,
By another addict whose past is unclear.
Yes, the irony flows as freely as pills—
A nation run by unchecked thrills.
So here we stand in this land of the free,
Ruled by hypocrisy and absurdity.
From dime bags to pill mills to psychedelic dreams,
Our leaders’ scandals unravel at the seams.
The list of Drugs they all seem to have used
A sure sign your trust they’ll always abuse.
DrummerDave26
