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.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 17th, 2022 07:24
- Category: Humor
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Comments3
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!
Pills for every occasion now, except my football team.
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' 🙂
Could just see me sending that photo to my doc. lol
I just loved your poem, I thought it was well written and loved the rhyme it made it flow with ease
Prescription for instant relief. lol
Your welcome, I understand that. LOL
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