Until the Pill


Pills, pills,pills, such a conflict of human interest.

Fragile with.

Fragile without.

Such a toxic crutch.

A hazardous muse with a bitter tongue and addicting touch.

Such as piles of gathered leaves.

The drug keeps giving and giving…

Until the harvester falters to the need.

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