Pills
Deadly little things
into the mouth if flings
A potent cure that kills
Breaking the latter of wills
One after another we take
With their greedy hands they rake
Too many to be remotely good
If only we understood
That this high can only last so long
Differing between right and wrong
They have no clue what they do
Taking advantage, can't believe it's true
Offering more and more
Until we can't even store
Away all the deadly little pills
The ones they gave, the ones that killed
poem by Chyna Parker
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