poem forpensioners

[sukisue]

a row of bottles on my shelf, caused me to analyse myself,one yellow pill i have to pop goes to my heart so it wont stop,a little white one that i take goes to my hands so they wont shake, the blue ones that i use a lot tell me that im happy when im not , the purple pill goes to my brain and tells me that i have no pain , the capsules tell me not to wheeze or cough or choke or even sneeze , the red ones, smallest of them all go to my blood so i wont fall,the orange ones, very big and bright prevent my leg cramps in the night , such an array of brilliant ***** helping to cure all kinds of ills , but what id really like to know is what tells each one where to go

[Lazy]

lol xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

lmfao this is epic. Love it.