Archive for January, 2007

Jan 24 2007

Bad Medicine

Published by Yaholo under Poetry - Mystic

Mystic Poetry

You don’t have to hurt
You don’t have to feel
Get rid of the dirt
The pain isn’t real

Just come take this pill
And go on with life
You’re not sad, you’re ill
You don’t deserve strife

Pop, swallow, and down
The medicine is great
We’ll cure all your frowns
And help you cheat fate

Do what you want to
And go where you will
There’s no consequence now
When you take this pill

Yes, ain’t life great
Now that we have the pill

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