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Seven Little Pills

Member since 2002 · Posted 23 Dec 2002 · 3 comments

I feel so lonely again I swallow seven little pills I know that I shouldn't Pills and water my stomach fills One hour later I can't hold up my head I'm gunna pass out I need to go to bed The room is spinning I feel so weak My hands are cold I can barely speak I get to my house I go take a nap When I wake up There's puke on my lap I feel better now But the loneliness is back I take seven pills again Now everything is black

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[5] Bachus 23-Dec-02/12:35 PM Reply

okay here goes. i went to see your homepage, and i'm a bit confused did you get the pills from, mom, britt, or just some weird doctor. lol. also are you a real distressed human young lady, or a drunk old lonely man with a crippled and psychotic imagination? regardless of all of that said..this poem is to punkrock what moist towelletes are to steak eaters at a casino somewhere in winnemucca nevada.

[n/a] Ranger 23-Dec-02/12:46 PM Reply

Many people have told me that the best cure for lonliness is masturbation.

[n/a] Ranger 23-Dec-02/12:47 PM Reply

Actually, come to think of it, maybe those seven pills could be viagra...perhaps that many would cause so much blood to leave your head (the one up top that is) that you pass out?