An Alternative Medication

Utterly ungrateful: that’s me in principle, I should be content, but I’m not.
The medication I take barely even compensates the sheer lack of physical strength the human body has, but anabolic steroids is the best I can do. As for the mind, well, that’s perhaps a lost cause.

I’ve banged on and on about how humans lost most all physical potency to metabolically compensate a bigger brain. And I’ve whislted Dixie as to how our Slaveconomy disproves any benefit of said brain.
Imprisoned with a lack of toolage, mentally and physically, the system uses this to force my compliance.

I hear Life’s words: “Pay bills, work repetitively, ascend my social ladder, oblige to my social construct, chase the things I’m trying to make you want, patrake in my vapid empty world! Not strong enough your body is too weak to live without technology, not smart or malevolent enough for me to reward you with riches. Do my bidding slave!“, Life wants to force me into being the many millions who died at around 18, their dead remnants a biological ghost machine that generates tax.

Middle finger to this existence I’ll keep trying and if my meds kill me, all the sooner to be rid of this place.