A Drug Problem

I partake in many pleasures

that I've been advised to avoid.

I take great care to moderate

and great care I must employ.

But no one warned or stopped me

from beginning my worst addiction.

Indeed, had I refused to start

I faced imminent physical restriction.

Seroquel is the street name;

Quetiapine is the chemical.

Antagonizing various brain receptors

to make its effects purely medical.

For me, it dampens reality,

muting the world's beauty.

The full experience too rich

so repression is my duty.

My body physically dependent

on the suppression it provides.

In order to keep myself on track

I must keep an unending supply.

If I fail to maintain the stupor,

tempted by my full senses,

Occam requires simple explanations

no matter what my defense is.