David Loewen Poet Rhyme

Little White Pills

Sittin at home, all by yourself 
Bottles lined up on the shelf. 
Little white pills—take the pain away; 
You'll never have to face another day. 
  
Sittin at home, about three-quarter's cut 
Family and friends think you're a nut. 
Little white pills—take the pain away;                     
You'll never have to face another day. 
  
Sittin at home, your life's a mess: 
Must've screwed up somewhere, you guess. 
Little white pills—take the pain away; 
You'll never have to face another day. 
  
Take the bottles down, one by one, 
Pop the pills till they're all gone. 
Little white pills take the pain away; 
Never again to see light of day. 
  
                           D H Loewen     
                           Copyright Nov.22, 2002 
                           All rights reserved

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