The pills

 

 

The pills

Little ones, big ones
Yellow and white
Making my breakfast bitter
Following me through the day
Reminding me
It is time for a yellow one
It is time for the both of us
It is time.

I do not need a clock.
Pills are my daily guidance.

I hate them so much
That I even can’t look
At the Smartie’s
In the store.

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