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These Pills

A pill for what makes me mad,
A pill for what makes me sad.
A pill to aid my diet,
A pill to keep my mind quiet.

Big pharma give me more,
Take my money,
Treat me like your whore.
Minimal side effects you swore,
Sell those meds, Doctor's profits sore.

You have great insurance,
My body has no more endurance.
Take them till the day you die,
We will cover up our little lie.

Pain you say?
Big pharma, hear them yelp..
"Its just a small needle,
And later you'll need help."

Take the Oxy,
Take the codine,
Thats not enough,
Bring on the morphine.

I get so numb I cannot think,
Fuck it all, lets have a drink.
The drinks are blue,
The drinks are pink.

Here is the boost I'm looking for,
Take the meds and drink some more.
One by one till I'm on the floor.
I think of those I truely adore.

I didn't mean to go this far,
My vision blurs,
my phone is in the car.

Help me someone, please walk in.
The bottle broke my blood is thin.
Wait, its all over now, I slowly grin.
Take me death, I'm yours, you win.


In a letter they will write,
"Sorry for the death of her."
We have something...
we have your cure.
One by one they will lure,
But this sickness has no cure.

Blinded by a trusted word,
Hand over hand they make a fist.
As you turn over you last cent,
Fulfilling your meds list.




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