O What A Pill I've Become

A Pill for Breakfast, Now three for Lunch, Its Chewable, I feel the Crunch.

O What A Pill I’ve Become!

 

Years ago while just a lad,

My mother said I would be glad,

If I would take a little pill,

And mind you don’t the water spill.

 

Though hard to swallow, bitter taste,

I learned its help I shouldn’t waste.

So I began a regimen,

To take more pills until the end.

 

Though chewable would seem the best,

I liked the small it choked the less.

And caplets always seemed to me,

A bit too long like sting of bee.

 

But now I take them all in hand,

Pop ope my trap and swallow them.

The greens, the reds, the pinks and blues,

They all go down, don’t pic n choose.

 

So now I see what I’ve become.

I’ve made my choice from life can’t run.

This habit; eating pills each day,

Has changed my want-to, n what I say.

 

I now say, “I’ve become the stuff,

Dependent on – can’t get enough.

My pills wake me, put me to bed,

They’ve finally taken ore my head.”

 

My doctors say, “Take some more.”

That may be why I’m on the floor.

I’m looking back my life to see.

What have these pills now done to me?

 

I think when laid out – all to see,

My casket made from plastic free,

Still clasped in hand, my grip held firm,

That last pill, my self-will returned.

 

lss

Author's Note

Its not the drugs I'm addicted to, its just those pills keep popping into my head.

Reviews

[angelina neves]

:-) Doctors love to give us pills! I supose they have no time to look into us more carefully and see what is real wrong, so they give pills... they give us pills to sleep well and have no pain in the head, and pills to wake up and don't have a heart attack, pills to eat with out vomiting and pills not eat, pills to walk with out pain in the back and pills to keep us calm and still for the bones not to crack... Uf! Horrible!!!

[emmajoy]

Laughing start to finish: tongue in cheek (literaly) humour. What thoughts you've included in this post.. a time of pill-popping in such able metre, a life-time of swilled swallows for goodness knows what reason but, to end up writing this smile-filled poem. The entire is enjoyable, the final stanza near perfect wit.