Morning Ritual
One pill, two pills, three pills four.
Five and six complete the score.
Then one rolls off onto the floor,
but knees are stiff and back is sore,
reclaiming it a painful chore,
so you just open up the drawer
and select one capsule more.
Swallowing pills is such a bore.
Can you remember what each is for?
The Prompt: Red Pill, Blue Pill. If you could get all the nutrition you needed in a day with a pill — no worrying about what to eat, no food preparation — would you do it?
Punishment by Pillory
No potato chips, no chocolate cake?
That’s a mistake I’d never make.
The only time I’ll take a pill
is when I’m dieting. Or ill.
You can’t chew a pill or lick it,
so why on earth would you pick it?
What dinner guest would linger late
with just one pill upon his plate?
In short, I find them unfulfilling.
So no! I don’t desire pilling!
For more answers to this question, go here: Red Pill, Blue Pill.
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