To make it on the stage, in this day and age,
I'm convinced, Contacts and Clout are what it's all about.
Woke up this mornin', feelin' all washed out,
went down to the local drugstore, for a bottle of Clout,
the druggist he said, 'Sorry son, we're all sold out.'
Woke up this mornin', feelin' all turned about,
went to my family Doctor, gotta have a bottle of Clout,
he said, 'Ya gotta go cold turkey, you'll have to go without.'
There's no doubt about it, I need a bottle of Clout,
gonna shout about it, 'What d'ya think I need?
'Well, yes indeed, I need me a bottle of Clout.'
Woke up this mornin', feelin' such self-doubt,
went to the nearby Grocer, said, 'Gimme a bottle of Clout.'
She said, 'I'd like to help ya boy, but now, ya just struck out.'
Woke up this mornin', feelin' all burned out,
went to the downtown Dealer, to score a bottle of Clout,
he said, 'You're outta luck man, there's none of it about.'
Yeah, it's an affliction, wish I could lose,
it's my addiction, I got them mean ol' bottle of Clout blues.
Categories:
druggist, fun, humorous, silly, word
Form: Rhyme
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Written April 4, 2022
Categories:
druggist, fun, humor,
Form: Footle
Evening bells chime in the steeple
Merry villagers doff their workday masks
Like schoolchildren, not yet grown-up people
Untethered from their joyless tasks
One's a druggist; another a clerk
All count the minutes 'til five
Matters not where they work
The hour of freedom's arrived
Categories:
druggist, freedom, happy, work,
Form: Rhyme
Allergy Poem
Pollen, dog hair, mold and dust.
Make my sinus raise a fuss.
Headaches, itchy eyes, histamine.
Many a season I have seen.
Cough drops, tissues, little red pills;
Drug store prescriptions, druggist fills.
Hot tea, lemon juice, local honey;
I have spent a lot of money.
Allergies can drive you wild.
I've had them since I was a child.
Someday I'll walk through Heavens door.
Then I won't have allergies anymore.
Categories:
druggist, angst, autumn, body, care,
Form: Couplet
When Only Cash Would Do
Written: by Tom Wright
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He decried to me, I'm hungry,
and have no funds for bread nor meat.
The fuel tank in my shack called home
has no propane to give it heat.
Again, he said I'm ailing,
with no one to pay me heed.
I know you have my needed cash,
will you do me just this one deed?
I thought a box of canned supplies,
and fuel tank filled would fit the bill.
At day I'd call the local druggist,
with instructions for his needs to fill.
But from his heart his anger shown,
though I thought my gesture was fine.
He then confessed that his need was cash,
for cigarettes and wine.
I said, such as I have I'll gladly give,
but cannot subsidize your needs of sin.
He failed to comprehend my reason,
when told that I'd been born again.
UNSUPPORTED CODE
Categories:
druggist, dad, drug,
Form: Rhyme