Meds, Meds, Ever More Meds Poem by Noah Body

Meds, meds, ever more meds
They all seem to go my heads

They make them so sluggish and dead
All those meds just go to my head

Weak and limp they make both my heads
Seemingly lost, not ready for bed

Limp and weak they make my other head
It won't get hard no matter what she said

The head on my shoulders they make so dim
That there seems nothing I can do with him

They tell me I need these meds to survive
But I ask them when will my heads revive

Never as long as you're on these meds
So give up thoughts of women in beds

And your thoughts, they'll never be clear
So don"t hold clear thoughts ever so dear

So I guess I'm doomed to live life so limp
I may as well be as any other small chimp