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The Land of Pills and Money

Story ID:8967
Written by:Monte Leon Manka (bio, contact, other stories)
Organization:retired
Story type:Poem
Location:Corona CA USA
Year:2013
Person:Pilllable Chelsea Kansas Kid
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The Land of Pills and Money

The Land of Pills and Money

The Land of Pills and Money

Each morning when I arise
Splash cold water in my face and eyes
Slowly start to realize
I’ll have to take my daily pills of every size

From small and large
White, green and pink
Round and oval
Vow to pour them all down the sink

No, No Monte
Line them up
Like wooden soldiers
Dump each pill into a cup

One for sugar
One for the blood
To keep it thin and runny
Not like a bucket of mud

One for pain
One for cholesterol
The cup is full
Now swallow them all

With a large “gulp”
I shoot them down
I drink a gallon of water
With a scowl and a frown

There is always one
That sticks inside on your cheek
As it melts in your mouth
More water do you seek

You try to swallow it
The taste is like rotten fish
You struggle to dislodge it
You have but one wish

The pill will disappear
Into the depths below
Along with the rotten taste
Doncha know.

Flash forward to the evening
One for the heart
More pills do I take
So the next morning it will start

Eye drops for each eye
Lay down to sweet dreams
Early to rise
Never ending, it seems

At the age of 87
I’m over the hill
No need to worry about
The “Morning after pill”

I wrote this
Trying to be funny
The pills aren’t so bad
It’s the money

In my short life
I have built homes of every description
For the Pharmacists I go to
Who fill my Prescription.

I have moved
From “The Land of Milk and Honey”
To that far off place
The “Land of Pills and Money”

Monte L. Manka 06-11-2013