Magical Pills
It could raise all this.
Or it may inflame that.
As Your vision spins
both ears start to flap.
So, hold on a minute.
No need to act fast.
Knowing those are risks.
Don't burn out and crash.
These Magical pills
smell like bad fishy trash.
Just take another hit
but pony up the cash.
Say, it gives You the chills.
With a gray itchy rash.
May erase this.
And deflate that.
Copyright © R J. Elless | Year Posted 2023
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