Stuck Poem by Ima Ryma

I have the whole house to myself,
Family has left for the day.
I grab a bottle from the shelf.
A vitamin pill makes its way
From hand to mouth, nothing to drink,
Swallows easy usually.
But not this time, oh, oh, I think.
The pill stuck in my throat does be.
And then my throat just tightens up.
I find I can't breathe anymore.
I try to grab a water cup,
But I collapse onto the floor.

Later I will be found, I will,
Will cause of death be choked on pill?