Happy Pills

~ 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

Author's Note

Reviews

[s y e]

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!

[Frieda P]

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

[Pryde Foltz]

Love the way it looks on the page and some great lines

[Frieda P]

Thanks Pryde, appreciate the read & review.

[Ken Simm.]

Its time for my meds now Matron but not before I've told Frieda how great I think this is. Boing! Who said that?

[Frieda P]

Shush you, I wasn't going to say!..........

[Dhaye]

Lies, rumors and thorns
Truly you're deceitful;
Illusion, delusion, confusion
Happy pills could be the solution.

Geez! This is humurous but true. I like the pink font. Creative write. :)

[Frieda P]

Hahaha glad you found it humorous ;-)

[Jack...]

Frieda, my dear, you have a style all your own and oh how I look forward to each new poem you bring to us. This one is no exception, I can feel the anger and the disgust, and rightly so. These wounds usually heal, but the scars they leave behind can last a lifetime. When we are wronged, we have to do something, say something. Often we are branded the bad ones, but we can not allow people to walk all over us and not say something. This is deep and to the point. This is true and from the heart. This is a Frieda and I love it. Hell hath no fury...

[Frieda P]

Sometimes scars are opened up again, and they tend too ooze all the page, if you know what i mean, thanks Jack, you're a gem! I should finish that statement, 'as a man scorned'.....pssh.

[Sami Khalil]

The poem , the color of font , the message , even the pic are all brilliant . A nice whimsical write but touches a lot on truth of matters...Well done...:)

[Frieda P]

Ha a lot would be an understatement my friend ;-) Thanks so much Sami...

[Sami Khalil]

Yep. You are welcome...:)

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille, and have a great one :-)

[Sami Khalil]

You too ...Grazie Mille...:)