Haloperidol

Haloperidol, I welcome you, you drive my devils to the brink of leaving me for good or die. You shut their voices with great skill, but most of all I like the thought how all your buddies hog the chairs, (they're called receptors) in my head so that the devils dopamine, and serotonin and much else, will have to stand and fight it out without the powers of the chairs. I once had thought that no one cares even those who know about the pharmacist who hoards and sells and other experts, proud and keen thus making money 'til you're dead then turn to lucrative affairs it's not what you and I were taught yet you have shown, that with a will there is a way to get me by. It doesn't matter what I think I'm now dependent upon you.