I have been feeling ill, but I try to remain upbeat.
My doctor wrote a script, for my problems to treat.
The prescription was waiting at the local pharmacy store.
I opened the sack as soon as I walked in my front door.
I gazed at the bottle of pills, little yellow circles in shape.
Then I sifted through the pages, a bunch of warnings and red tape.
I felt worse as I finished reading, there were many side effects.
The words overwhelm, me, was it written for Pharmacy Techs?
I’m scared to take the medicine, what if I turn bright pink?
Or if my heart stops beating, the warnings suggest this link.
I could start seeing UFO’s or think my cat was a lion.
What if I start laughing, or can’t stop my cryin’?
I am stressed to think I might grow a third arm.
Is this medicine really worth it, or will it could harm?
I don’t understand these warnings, for a lay person like myself.
Should I take the pills or leave them on the bathroom shelf?
I need to call my doctor, before I take the first new pill.
My brain is overloaded, like living in a rumor mill?
Perhaps, I’ll throw the bottle away and accept the pain.
Pharmaceutical companies, are driving this old man insane.
Poetry by David Andre (Kuhn) Davison