Challenge
Challenge of the Week CLXXIII
The Antidote. To what? Anxiety perhaps. Or loneliness. Or some other poison. Write about an antidote. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
Pain Pill Blues
I told 'em life is pain, and I've got the cure.
Life is pain and I've got the cure.
It's nine millimeters wide,
Make's a racket that's hard to ignore.
They say it ain't so bad, you'd best be sure.
It ain't so bad, you'd best be sure.
I said the devil's got few friends,
Might as well give him one more.
Then they'll out me in the cold hard ground.
Then they'll put me in the cold hard ground.
And maybe things will get better,
But I won't know if I'm not around.
Years of aspirations I'll have killed.
Years of aspirations I'll have killed.
And all in the flash
Of a nine-millimeter pain pill.
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