Rainbow In A Can Poem by Margaret Alice

Working with a headache, new age guru’s
prophesy that mankind’s sole purpose on
earth is to enjoy what we do; so shall I go
chase a rainbow of chemical joy? Why not
indeed, why should I go to my grave with my
liver and stomach intact and my heart so
aggrieved by the pain in my head? I am off to
delight in the painkillers found in Aladdin’s
Cave, currently called pharmacies, so I can
join in the primitive joy of my tribe in having
a team in the Rugby World Cup!