Tricked

 Every single night is Halloween

For my friend the Prozac Queen

Temazepan treats trick her mind

Thinks it’s a sweet! Not very kind

Barbiturate with Pheno’s a bad brew

Turns a brain into Mad-House stew

Calmer’s only trigger vivid dreams

Bat-caped faces force livid screams

Now on a high, Believing she can fly

In a tormented trance, she leaps to try

Only the missing mystical bush broom

Prevents her from fleeing the bad room

Every single night is Hellish Halloween

For my cell-mate…The Prozac Queen.