Too Many Pills, And Not Enough, Time. Poem by Michael Gale

Why take pills? ...
Will these pills, cure your ills?

Some times, they give out side effects,
Worse, than the cures...
Some times these pills, give you, even more ills.

Some times these pills, make you get hooked...
Even, they make you, get in trouble with the law, until, you've gotten booked.

You might get constipated...
Or-even, diarrhoea-ated.

Cold sweats...
You bets!

Rashes? ...
Even, some, that look like, checks or hashes.

Soured stomachs...
That are always, to you, always, come, and go, backs.

Fevers and chills? ...
And-Many more ills.

Elvis Presley, used to have to take pills, to get up...
And even, to pee in a toilet, or cup.

Elvis-Used to have to take a pill, to go to sleep...
It made him have bad moods, to make him cuss, or weep.

Too many pills cannot be too good for you, or I...
Taking too many of them, Made the King, finally, quit and die.