Happy Pills

Happy Pills

A Poem by Frieda P
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~ a bit of satire to help a spoonful of medicine go down.

"
take your medicine

...illusion, delusion, confusion
         come undone by your own hand
voices in your head amplified  
         like the sing song madness
                        'another loose cannon gone bi-polar'

so easy to fall when deceit is your bed

 loose lips, crass innuendos sink ships
                    no way to mend fences,
              always to a live audience
                      you crave your applause
        olive branches cultivating rumors, thorns & lies

              telling tales you wish were true
                                                       how f*****g dare you

~one pill couldn't possibly make you
                    any smaller than you already are
"when logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead"
                              

as words purged through hell
             should remain unspoken

                  till you find your little happy pills


© 2013 Frieda P


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You already know how I feel about rumors and all that. Every rumor or lie someone tells will always bite them on the butt.

I can feel the anger and the disgust in this write, and quite rightly so. We might be able to forgive but we won't forget what they done. This is a strong write, I think we should send a box of happy pills to...... Yeah good write!



Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Ha I nearly forgot about this one noodlebumble, thanks so much, and yes, I know. ;-)



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just take yer meds kike a good lil girl and everything will be coming up Blahze

Posted 11 Years Ago


Good to see some advocate for the mentally ill, even though I still wonder exactly
What it is you are trying to say. Surely you are a deep thinker who has other meanings
For the changes in your poem. I know there are a lot of people who really suffer from
Bi polar illness. I feel your frustration and anger, sometimes we let it go in our poetry!
Overall, a good poem!

Posted 11 Years Ago


The deep, melancholy, vibrant, and volcanic flare in a melodious red spectrum is unbelievably pivotal. It is calamitous. I have the impression of being brought to a particular point at which I cannot stop, after falling down the slope of an unknown, rushed fury. It is strongly horrifying, but a talented and a marked write, with a lasting impression, and force of strength. The vocabulary is has an excessive pull, like a well with a thick chord, flush with impressions.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Pepto Bismol comes to mind with that color ha...well crafted as always Frieda...Rose

Posted 11 Years Ago


Each stanza was very well written. Your style and poetic tone of writing belongs in a class of its own. Nice work. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Keep popping them as even placebo seem to work lol!

Posted 11 Years Ago


New ink, with a little piercing vibrating purposeful practice can turn a scar into a caterpillar, a beautiful flutter-by.

Posted 11 Years Ago


As an ex pill popper I can relate. This may be a reference to all the people I hurt, or to me and how bad I felt when I cleaned up. Either way, it's well put.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Well, this hits close to home. I come from a high-functioning family of depressives, borderline personality disorders and addictive personalities. I have dear friends who have lived with bi-polar husbands. My daughter was so ravaged by two doctors that they starved her for a year long period -- which few people understand can throw your brain into psychosis. The tentative question "have you taken your meds?" is one too many of us are familiar with. Your words here are each honed to blow-dart acuity and they hit true. And some therapists seem to keep patients trotting in little docile circles as directed by meds. We do not know if my daughter is bi-polar, but it is an unpleasant question we are destined to ask. The happy pills -- my brother would take 'em, and then a few days later, say "I don't need these $%*&^ pills -- I feel GREAT!" (sigh) If we're lucky, the pills don't go down the toilet, and we can manipulate him back to the regimen. And y'know, moms sometimes yearn for the few hours of peace a happy pill can give you. The problem is that we are ALL on this damned roller coaster, and the medical-pharmacology world just keeps giving us poisons that "kinda" help, but nothing cures. I guess you can tell, this really touched me. You hit this spot-on, and the undercurrents of rage, grief, frustration are all palpable.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Clever references to "Go ask Alice". I personally hate swallowing pills (happy or otherwise), but I dislike lies and innuendo even more.

as words purged through hell
should remain unspoken
till you find your little happy pills

Some words should remain unspoken anyway.
A supercalifragilisticexpehalidocious write! (think I need spell check...) :)


Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

As if you'd ever need happy pills fl...ha, this one made me smile, thanks Rita! ;-) :-)

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Tags: humor, satire, pills, funny, delusions, illusions, confusion, madness

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