ALTERED STATES

Cousin to the copier…
I commiserate with
office machines
whose red warning lights
flash TONER: LOW!
(I know how this feels).
My warning lights
have often flashed
SEROTONIN: LOW!
The toner-deficient copier
produces mere spotty outlines
of intended concepts.
Serotonin-deficient, my
verbal output drops to
barely perfunctory monosyllables.
But somebody always goes to
supply and pops a brand new
cartridge into the slot.
I always go
to the cabinet and
pop my capsule.
The copier prints
state-of-the-art graphics.
I am gregarious!