White Coat Syndrome

It took a while to get off this latest SSRI
Does withdrawal get harder with each taper?
The next pills are waiting there in a box
With a disinterested heart I examine it
Another serious-looking cardboard rectangle
Things change slowly in the medical world
Shit still looks like it's from the 1960s
Back when experts dispensed knowledge
Alongside their miraculous pills
Men, in white coats, wearing glasses
We still sanctify male expertise
Now though it's the fucking billionaires
They look serious but also attempt an edge
(Nothing edgy about a psychopath though)
They're fake, along with their art collections
Perhaps poverty is the only truth now
The two states of modern human experience:
Poverty, or poverty-of-spirit
One tries not to be didactic with one's art
Maybe I'll paint a study of a serious pill box
While I wear a white coat with black-rim glasses
I'd smoke a pipe but that's not very edgy
A cigar might be edgy, but they creep me out
Interesting where SSRI-withdrawn minds wander
I hope this next prescription is kind to me
I can't handle it when there's impotence
In my life of side effects I draw the line at that