Controlled Addiction? Poem by Linda I. Weischedel

Pop a pill,
now you plan to chill,
popping that pill patiently waiting for the noted thrill,
popped that pill you ain't feeling so good
your feeling ill,
is this heavy pill supposed to relax you
and help you remain still?

Now I know you truly are unable to stop,
if you don't pop these pills you claim you are going to drop,
I guess you will never see that you honestly do need help
because you have yet to stop!