There were lotsa pills for anxiety.
And pills for feeling blue.
There were pills for fear and omnipotence.
And pills to make you you.
How ’bout drinks to give yourself energy?
Or some drinks with happy inside?
You could drink to soften your stool.
Or get an ass two axe handles wide.
You might smoke to keep from hitting.
You probably gamble to remain unsane.
That small white ball can’t be hit enough
You might forget a stroke or two off your game.
Notice the quenching of thirst here.
See there’s a fire to control.
Understand you make these choices.
And choices require a toll.
Barry
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