Ah, I've cheated a bit with this one, because the prompt from Lilu was 'prescription drugs'. My poem's on desomorphine, which was a prescription drug in Switzerland once (Permonid).
Desomorphine can be synthesized from over-the-counter codeine. In Russia this home-made desomorphine is injected, and called Krokodil because of the effects on the user.
For more stringent interpretations, go here: http://poetryjaam.blogspot.com/2011/09/drug-induced-world.html
And here's the poem.
Krokodil
Life is not so great in the gulag towns,
can I tell you of the bones I saw?
Belonging to bodies with beating hearts,
craving beating hearts, feeling pain again.
They make the drug, take the drug,
knowing all that while the little peace
obtained ends with shining, white, bone.
You cannot graft that they lack.
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