Venalfaxine (effexor) withdrawal in poem form
Fucking Venal
faxine
ten years the bitch
has been
fucking up my
bloodstream
time to make it
stop wean
myself off venal
faxine
buts it fights
drunk mean
hangs on its teeth
white clean
monkey-wrenched my
mind machine
reality a strobe-lit
wax dream
inner-ear set to
max lean
dizzy thought won’t
stay seen
Evil fucking venal
faxine
(on the plus side the weird OCD meant that all my drawers are neat and organised…)
dictionaryofperil 
Love it! Reminds me a bit of something Old English, but my memory is too dreadful to tell me what. And I’m glad you’ve brought some order to your pants.
aw thanks. And Pants Need Order sound like a band…
PNO. Or a musical instrument?
It feels like it should be the beasty boys, Tim has also warped your mind over the last decade ;-). I don’t think that you should try giving him up though.
Ha! Yep, I’ve been playing with hip hop rhythms thanks to Ice T’s Something for Nothing. Agree about tim!