PILLS

Some people must escape

When they have a hole to fill

When the pain becomes so draining

They've all but lost their will

When they count all of their seconds

And they've only time to steal

They fill the schism in their life

With a wide array of little pills

They take one to take away the pain

Then one more cause they feel ill

Then one to give them energy

Then one more so not to feel

Then one to wind away the day

One so they

Don't grind their teeth

But not one pill helps them

To recover

What they've buried underneath

The purple one's a good one

For when you've had a lousy day

The one with little stripes

Can make the world just fade away

The yellow ones are special

But should only be taken

At night

The big ones are delightful

But split in half

They are "just right"

There's other ones for thinking

And ones that help make dinner

Ones that make you

Quite euphoric

When you're feeling

Like a sinner

Ones that make you

Forget your mother

Or your ex

Like you're a winner

Ones that stave away

Your hunger

When you're trying

To be thinner

People shouldn't take them

They're man-made

And full of poison

They shouldn't be

The only way

You escape your real emotions

All they do is subdue beauty

And turn you brain into

An Ocean

Where you go and sail away

Once the potion's

Put in motion

Love and Happiness

Overcome them

Once the consumption's

Down to nill

But good things

Can never come

Until you kill those

Little pills