Pills Escape
With no arms and legs, pill escapes are hard
They all look the same inside their bottles
Like prisoners shaved bald at executions
Like new recruits, army jar head bald
Pills all look alike to their consumers
Swallowed down with no remorse
They don't read labels, don't know their fate
Once in a while one falls on the floor
Rolls away under the bed, plays dead
Never seen again
Then fire comes after a time
Consumes rooms, burns down houses
Storms follow, turns into floods
Breaks homes apart
Flows down the river with them gone
Pills in bottles go down as well
Bob up and down on swift currents
Avoid being taken again with water
Protected, sealed, warning labels revealed
Wanting only to remain dry inside
Freed to enter Mexico without visas
Illegals in bottles and jars
Breeding and marrying jumping beans
To make families from multicolored ingredients
Baby tablets, capsules and sainted aspirins
Pills hate people with medical conditions
You will never catch them with a cold
Or with dreaded sickos who swallow them whole
(While escaping, pill boxes keep them from sneezing)
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2016
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