A Wonderful Little Green Pill (Conversation And Conclusion) Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

'I'm sorry to hear you're feeling ill -
Take my advice, there's a little green pill
That could make you feel better, even give you a thrill,
Go on, have another, but remember the bill! '

'Mmmn, that's nice, and I don't need an excuse
To indulge myself freely in substance abuse,
There are those who would say my morals are loose,
They won't listen to my reasons, so what's the use! '

'I'm glad to hear you're enjoying my cure,
The pain you have suffered is too much to endure,
These pills are the best, the ingredients are pure,
They'll do you no harm, of that I am sure! '

'Can you lend me a tenner? I'm needing my pill,
I need it so badly, I feel i could kill
To get the relief it's bringing me still,
Please, don't be a b*stard, just give me my pill! '

'Take it easy, old man, there's no need to fret,
There are pleasures in life you can't always get,
You owe me a lot, you're already in debt,
Just pay me next week and don't you forget! '

He realised then that he'd been a real fool,
The guy was quite hard, not a pupil from school,
He'd better get the money and start acting cool -
O why had he been such a gullible fool! !