Pills, Pills, Endlessly More Pills Poem by Noah Body

Pills, pills, endlessly more pills
Pop a handful to cure all your ills

Whenever one doesn't sit well with me
I pop another one to fix it you see

The beast's echoes ring in my head?
Then just take the other one instead

Down, down way down beneath the ground?
Certainly a pill for that can be found

On top of the mount and the air is rare?
Eat one of those pills right over there

Without modern chemistry how would we live?
Easy - With love for all in our hearts to give