Happy Pill

Every day you break in half some little pill, Laughing away at your happy friend, oxycodone Keeps those fake headaches calm and still, Only one you can depend on to get stoned For chronic pain there’s nothing else A daily fix and man, you’ll be flying, On the streets a metric grain sells For a big bucks to dealers buying It’s there for junkies in need They never have to ask twice, Upon drunken highs you feed And dying feels so damn nice You steal a few when you hurt You rip off more when you don’t, You swallow uppers to stay alert When your tripping brain just won’t The scripts for a ten dozen pills ain't cheap, But that trusting cripple's insurance pays all So a happy buzz from her pain meds you now reap, Into eternal sleep, maybe dead is how you'll fall © 12/30/01, 3/18/04 SmSHere's MY war on drugs!! I'm sick of the little druggies stealing painkillers from people who really need it for chronic pain. And the gov't. and media jumps all over this one drug as if it's Satan's candy. Because of these jerks who take it to get high, people like me have a hard time getting it for legitimate pain and suffer. So me and my caring pain specialist get looked at like a bunch of junkies while the gov't. looks like heros trying to ban it! (and many times it's a pharm. tech. or pharmacist himself who's stealing it, framing the patients). I'm sick of explaining myself to everyone who asks what I'm on, they glare at you and say, "OOH, you're on THAT drug?" Like I'm supposed to be ashamed or something. NOT!!! Written February 12th, 2002 © on Feb 12 2002 06:54 AM PST, Sheryl Marcia Schwartz   18 • 11 • 1