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Pop the Pill (Free verse) by etherealmaiden

Headache, heartache Heartache, headache How can I make them dissolve? Pop the pill Pop one more Pop one just for my heart The drugs take effect But the pain is still there It just won't go away So I pop the pill Do it again Take them just for fun The headache stops My vision clouds But the hand keeps moving Pop, pop, pop I'm drowning in drugs But the wound is still open And the pills keep coming Pop one Pop another Pop two at once All feeling gone But tears are falling Pain pressed to the extreme Pop three pills Tip the bottle over No more pills to pop My reality's blurred But not the pain As the bottle tumbles down Blackness

zodiac 2-Mar-04/6:15 PM
I don't think you really pop pills. Sorry. Now I'm asking myself, how would a real pill addict write this poem differently? And I'm thinking, probably by not writing at all. Or by not writing a poem about pill-popping. So, there are all sorts of tricky issues you could put in this poem - touching on, among other things, the authenticity of the authorial voice, the general Barthian meta-ness of writing a poem in which the narrator - obviously not a pill-popper - pretends to be one without really expecting to be believed (and is, for that reason, more believable.) That would really be something. Or you could just write about your own life instead.




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