The Prescribed Feeling Poem by Simbarashe Raymond Mudukuti

After taking a bottle of cough syrup
This self-medication I have prescribed for myself
Lean we call it, trying to idolize the American rappers
Immediately my throat runs dry like the Nile in winter
Need a cola to drive away this dry heave
These lines are so dope
Um literally getting high on my own supply
Can't really say I'm surprised because these are drugs
What do you expect them to do?
Little in no time the air is burning
The smell of Jamaican herbs fill our atmosphere
Laughter follows up like mourning does after death
Its immediate, cool crazy you can call it
My reaction seems sluggish than usual
It should be the prescription kicking in
I feel the 8th sense evolving in me
The sense of having one body and two souls
Being able to analyze what is trying to be conveyed by words, actions and timid jokes in a matter of seconds
In short order I become a college professor
Well educated and Mr. know it all
In these few minutes I've lived a thousand lives
Now the drowsiness starts departing
And I begin to feel close to normal now
I was high and prescribed