two pills
I can swallow
I can swallow two pills
At the same time
And it gives me a thrill
Mixing my meds
I find it addictive
Don’t limit my talents
I find that restrictive
Pill number one
Is wide and it’s pink
It changes the color
Of what’s poured in my sink
Pill number two
Well it isn’t as lovely
It’s sad granny gray
And comes up all bubbly
I can swallow
I can swallow the truth
And I can take down
My last baby tooth
But just not right now
The molar’s all twisted
Don’t limit my talents
I find that restrictive
Cut off my hair
& cut all my ties
Shut all the windows
And beat on your thighs
Kiss me good night
But don’t mess with mornings
Pray over my body
And then leave me snoring
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