The Little Yellow Pill

Paul Bell

A little bit of hash ain't no trash

Mother needs that little yellow pill to keep her still

L. S.D it just doesn’t agree

Father works so hard, I find it sad

Purple Heart, not a bad start

Sister’s going to complain, boyfriend didn’t turn up again

Tonight it must be speed, such greed

Mother's going to bed, she’s going to rest her head

I’ll try cocaine, it sends me insane

Father's going to say, well son, how was it today

I’ll smoke some grass, let life pass

My sister has to say, you don’t look too well these days

Well, it looks like it must be Babs

Especially now, I’m sad

Mother’s dying, Father’s crying, Sister’s ill

I think it must be the little yellow pill.

  • Author: Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 17th, 2022 07:24
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 18
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  • Bella Shepard

    A very powerful write my friend! Reality too often is a bitter pill to swallow. So we take a pill, but never seem to get our fill, because it never solves anything. Very insightful of you!

    • Paul Bell

      Pills for every occasion now, except my football team.

    • Neville



      dont listen to the guy that say's stick it up ya arse .. they all work up to three times quicker by that route .. no shit ... good poem tho' 🙂

      • Paul Bell

        Could just see me sending that photo to my doc. lol

      • Raven333

        I just loved your poem, I thought it was well written and loved the rhyme it made it flow with ease

        • Paul Bell

          Prescription for instant relief. lol

          • Raven333

            Your welcome, I understand that. LOL



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