Ode to the Pill Bottle

To washing down my pills with bitter beer!

I hope to god the visions will stay clear

I seek the comfort of a salt. In spite,

of things they say and do I do make light

of dangers or of labels on the box,

of black box warnings with a paradox

to things they list or things they missed. I take

them each and every day for my own sake.

 

The days of manic Monday's are now gone.

Although, to those who say that I will long

for sparks of light to flash in front of me

I know that from those chains I will be free.

 

No longer will I wait for a new muse.

Instead, I know that I have paid my dues

and am now here to write without restraint

because I know that with this pill a saint

has marked me as his own and shown that I

will cast away this heart of mine and fly

to heights unknown. Like Icarus I live.