My Happy Pills Poem by JOE POEWHIT

Every day - what a whirl.
No babies - take that girl.
Feel down and sleepy.
Brown and clear, called speedy.
Can't sleep at night.
Heavy downers, with low lights.
Got that flu, with ills.
Half a dozen of that pill.
Feel fat and real sleazy.
Blue pills take them easy.
That mood won't go away.
Steady dose - take three every day.
Locked in a padded room.
Psycho-ward dose, spiders and brooms.
Just don't feel mellow.
A recreational pill and yellow.
Don't like food anymore.
Fast pills and out the door.
24 hour pills, every day.
That is our drug life ways.
IN THE GARDEN OF EDEN.



from my poetry book DREAMS 3