When will they make pills to allow me to forgive the self…?
Pills for pain,
Pills for gain,
Pills for loss,
Pills for your food to toss…
Pills to make you happy,
Pills to make you a pappy,
Pills to make you mellow,
Pills to help you remain a fine fellow…
Pills to make you forget,
Pills to keep you in the right mindset,
Pills to get you horny,
Pills to make you laugh and act corny…
Pills to clean out your bowels,
Pills to make you quite smart like owls,
Pills to help you to get up,
Pills to help you stay up,
Pills to help you sleep,
Damn these pills are in no way cheap…
When will they make pills to make me forget?
When will they make pills to let me forgive myself?
When will they make pills to allow me to avoid my demons…?
© ed ~ 3/9/05
As I read this poem, I kept feeling overwhelmed at the vast 'ground' you cover... god, you're a thinker! Great! katy xox
we all seek for some reason. I wish I knew.
I love you, Ed. You are one of the sweetest men, a heart filled with humor, the grace of laughter. The soul of a brooding poet hidden beneath. You're a wonder, man. And don't you forget it, damn it!
Don't make me come down there.
Nordette
Love Tinka
Paul;-]
John