Tranqs for my nemeses,
It seems they're all on meth,
Can't stop to take a breath,
And when they peak, they start to speak
And bore me near to death.
Unlucky I am.

So tranqs for my nemeses,
They'll slumber silently,
Downers are the key,
Hypothalamus undone,
Top it off--give 'em some tea.
How dozy they are.

And when they wake up, I take up
A syringe, that steely, slim stick-shaft,
Grab a gam, stab, and jam in a raft,
Fifteen CC. . .tranquility.

Yes, tranqs for my nemeses,
A needle and a pill
Will help keep 'em still,
If they get hot, provide 'em pot
Or give 'em shots to swill.

Tranqs for my nemeses,
Must keep 'em in a fog
And sawin' on a log,
Barbituate-habituate
'Em, then pour down some grog,
Brain-dead they become.

Tranqs for my nemeses,
Their temper's been destroyed,
I'm no more annoyed,
Though they're just shnooks
I cannot brook their bullsh*t,
Schadenfreud'
Is what I have.

Gone is their ravening and bawled bray,
Their blathering's slowed; once they'd prate so,
My prescription gives them a pate blow.
And lugs, they snooze,
Ah, drugs and booze!

I have got a "pharmacy,"
I know that it's a crime,
Maybe I'll do time.
But it's worth all the doses
That help impose bedtime.
So, tranqs, thanks so much!


I know it's a fallacy
That grown men never cry
Baby, that's a lie
We had our bed of roses
But forgot that roses die
And thank you so much