Throwing Away My Happy PillsA Poem by Piro
They come in strange colors.
They keep me balanced. They stick in my throat like dust. I can feel them slide down, Into my stomach Where they plan evil things. I pocket them every day. I drop the sinister capsules into the trash They shall never bother me again. I do not need them. They ruin my bright world. My world is too bright, yes, but that's the way I like it. And so I throw them away. My happy pills. © 2012 Piro |
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