From the white bottle

From the white bottle comes the white pill
From the silver pack of blisters
Just when the last of it has left my system
It’s time to take it again
Held in the hand like sacrament
Prescribed by the holiest of priests
Into the mouth and obedient
Burning on the way down to the stomach
Monthly questions of effectiveness
Lies for the priest and his gods
Honestly I can’t tell the difference anymore