The Good and Bad Pills
Poem I wrote based on stories and poems I’ve heard at my writing group.
My money is for me, I earned my wage
And I paid all my bills on time.
No one says their for profit
But they never said they were for loss either.
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The good and bad pills taste the same.
One waiting list to the next, then ticked off.
Clinical and cynical till death do us part.
I’m getting out of here.
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Why should I spend my cash on side effects?
Coffee and cake is cheaper.
Freedom is not free, it’s worth the price.
My soul is not for sale.
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I am no longer an ATM machine
Perhaps I’m now the new queen of mean.
My money is for me and nobody else.
You think that’s nasty? That’s too bad!
About the Creator
Chloe Gilholy
Former healthcare worker and lab worker from Oxfordshire. Author of ten books including Drinking Poetry and Game of Mass Destruction. Travelled to over 20 countries.
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Comments (2)
You go girl 🥰🤗
Sassy and super superb loving it!!💕❤️❤️