My ode to worthless pills

My ode to worthless pills
they cost a fortune yet still can't kill

How many more must I down?
How many shots does it take to drown?

10 Oxies and 2 two fifths
You'd think by now I would of slid over that cliff

600 mg of Oxycotin!
Surely now my liver is rotten?!

This handle of gin should of taken its toll
Yet still I write, ripe and raillery, a poetic asshole

I'm not looking to make this an expensive hobby
but the receptionist rang to say my dealer is out in the lobby

I need to die before he's down the hallway
because I swallowed his stash and I'm not trying to pay

On second thought, maybe its best,
if I piss him off he might put a few holes in my chest?

Surely he'll stab me so that know one will hear
Quickly now,
I must chop up this Warfarin and snort it off of my mirror.

Down comes my door with a bang and a crash
In storms my cousin barking about his pill stash
(I swear dealers these day care about nothing but cash)

So I tell him I didn't steal nothing, it was gift from his girl
She said I was the best dick in his family to ever give her a whirl

He shouts "You son of bitch I should of killed you before!"
and pulls out his knife and throws me down to the floor

As he frenzies his blade in and out of my chest
I close my eyes with a grin, not feeling a thing as he puts me to rest