Vicodin (Magic Beans) Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

Pills, Pills, Pills
Pills, I do adore

Pills, Pills, Pills
Yes, that's right—
Give me more!

'Look at her,
She's such a fien'd! '
'No, I'm not, ' I try to scream
But I know the truth,
And, so do they.
I've got no chance,
In them believing what I say.

I'm addicted now
Completely hooked
It's not only my life,
But my normalcy they took.
All my torment
All my frustration
My pills help to blur—
My fantasies of self-mutilation.

They feel outstanding
They make me feel complete
My neurosis, they erase
My paranoia, they delete

So, I eat them for breakfast
For lunch, and for dinner
And, I no longer care
Whether I'm a loser or a winner
I eat them all day
Shovel in one right after another
As I try to erase the pained faces,
Of my father and my mother

And it's like everybody watches,
Yes, they stare, but they don't listen.
As my face is tear-streaked
So wet and shining, it glistens.

It is my pills, that I love
It is my pills, that I need
It is my pills, I plan to live off—
My habitual survival, my feed

They make me feel pleasure
Rather than dysphoria;
Constantly sad
They make me feel omnipotent,
They ease my misery just a tad.

They stop all the thoughts,
They seem to flood my brain.
And, they make me feel stable;
Even though we all know I'm not sane.

Yummy:
I ate them again.
You know? —It's funny
It's like they have become my only friend.

All of this I explain,
I scream and I shout,
I just want my pills,
I don't care what anything else is about.

You can't have my pills—
Give me them back!
Give me ten more,
Hell—give me a stack!

I'll die on these things
And, I'll do it in vain!
Because they feel so fucking good—
Painkillers really do erase all the pain.

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