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Skittles.
Poke a finger in my wound and
decide simply to stare,
popping tablets like Skittles,
it's a childish affair.
We're taking razors out of sharpeners,
and over counter drugs,
from several different shops,
to make sure we have enough.
Malibu poured into Baileys,
and shaken up inside,
every three tablets,
I drink a little more with pride.
And everyone's so happy,
I stopped to think of them,
I wish I never had to
open my eyes again.
decide simply to stare,
popping tablets like Skittles,
it's a childish affair.
We're taking razors out of sharpeners,
and over counter drugs,
from several different shops,
to make sure we have enough.
Malibu poured into Baileys,
and shaken up inside,
every three tablets,
I drink a little more with pride.
And everyone's so happy,
I stopped to think of them,
I wish I never had to
open my eyes again.
Published 20th Dec 2010
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28th Dec 2010 9:41pm
I like the arrangement of the stanzas. Comparing drugs to childrens' candy was effective, too, pathetic and sad.
28th Dec 2010 10:55pm
Thank you, Manuscript! I wasn't feeling particularly cheerful with this one =/
