~||Pills and Potions||~

Half a pill for a headache

A shot glass of scotch to help me forget

Just lit a cigarette

Everything’s going up in smoke.

Slowly running out of time

The bottle’s nearing its end

A migraine now begins to run its course

Smile, wave and pretend.

At my dinner table,

dressed in nothing but my flaws

Fiendish voices are clawing and gnawing at my sinking mind

Pills and potions rendition of Jaws.

The chair supports my body

but somehow fails to support my conscience

I’ve got a lot of cents but not much sense

I guess I’m not well proportioned.

And thus for many reasons I’ve labeled myself

Abuser of pills and potions.

Josie Griffith


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