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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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