Michael Lane

I start each day with a pill or say two,
One often white, and one sometimes blue,
We take them both in with coffee we think,
Although its clear and has no stink,
We swallow back our 3oz drink,
And return cup to tray with the sound of a tink,

What was that noise? We scream aloud,
It was us with the cup,
We smile quite proud,

Then we stand without motion,
Our feet become froze,
Yet were still able to pick at our nose,

When we start moving you know what they do?
They force us two pills one white and one blue,
Escort us to pillows,
That they tie us to,

Then when our window becomes light with blue,
We both line up and repeat our day through.

Lane







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