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

They make me feel pleasure
Rather than dysphoria; always 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!
‘Cause, they feel so God damned good—
Painkillers really do erase all the pain.


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