Painkiller zombies
Fight against the current
Of their syrup-addled brains
With the best of intentions
And poor execution.
Their synapses stuck
In the quagmire
Of unfinished thought
And moving their limbs
Against time and space.
Flustered and impatient
But oh so tired.
Who can blame them
With pancakes for brains?
I really wanted to test that the commenting works, but while I’m here… I empathise with the painkiller quandary! [: