Pills

by Ali   Mar 10, 2014


I am now a pill popper, you see?
Most times I only take three.
But lately I've wondered, how many more?
How many more 'til I fall to the floor?
Three turns to four and four turns to five,
How many more until I die?
I've got ten in my pocket, I'm unafraid.
So don't be sad
if I'm not here when you wake.

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