Prozac and Crows

once upon a midnight . . .hmm
eerie. this poem begins a bit too
Dreary. prescribe Poe prozac
for the depressed; his weak and weary soul
should be given rest.

Only that and nothing more

while he nods off to nap
the happiness pill begins to zap.
his Raven now a Crow that no car should hit
Because it cries “Caw Caw” like a twit

Never less and never more

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