The Little Yellow Pill.A Poem by Paul Bell
A little bit of hash aint 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 Mothers going to bed, she’s going to rest her head I’ll try cocaine, it sends me insane Fathers 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. © 2016 Paul BellReviews
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4 Reviews Added on December 18, 2016 Last Updated on December 18, 2016 AuthorPaul BellAboutI like poetry and stories that tell me something. Sometimes the shortest poems hit the hardest. If I post something serious, don't worry, a funny poem will follow. Don't hesitate to tell me if my po.. more..Writing
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