..And the Oscar Goes to..

I want to take this moment to thank my drug store for supplying me
all the pills on time, My doctor for having such a short signature,
My technicians backstage who have helped me forge his signature
over and over again, the smiling bob at the entrance of wal-mart
on the way to cvs pharmacy counter, for his smile to let me know,
though my forearm was a fucking mine field with all the punctures
of disposable needles, that everything is just fine. My employer for
taking my pre-employment drug-screening test only once before I
joined and for forgetting how easy it is to fake it.
The passyourdrugtest.com support team for providing me with the
fake urine samples. The stout little lady, with a southern accent, at
my drug screening center for leaving me alone in the restroom, with
out checking my pockets before I gave her the fake urine sample.
My college news paper editor for publishing the article that got me
interested in the drug abuse phenomenon in the first place.
And the countless pharmaceutical companies manufacturing the
heavy dosage pills. I know that I am running out of time and the
you are going to start the background music I mean the requiem ,
will start soon asking me kindly fuck off from this fucking stage of life.
Before the lights go out, I assure you that for the rest of the days in
my grave I will live up to the expectations of all you have made this
“play” a grand tragedy.