I have a ninety year old father who lives with me
He has pain in his back and in his knee
His doctor gave him this Percocet pill
He said, 'ask anytime for a refill'
I was struggling one day
Needed to keep my daemons away
Decided to try one and take a chance
Seemed like a reasonable idea at first glance
Made me feel warm everywhere
Had more conversation to share
It really gave me the boost I needed
My idea had succeeded
Percocet allows me to feel happy
Instead of being so snappy
I understand all the reasons it's wrong
Some days I just need a little help to get along
I haven't started anything that can't be undone
PS. Please don't tell anyone
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