I Take a Pill
By Iva M. Aladee

Every day I take a pill

I have to watch my fat

or else I’ll have a heart attack

like my uncle Pat.

I have to take another pill

so my veins don’t throb

and I end in a nursing home

like my uncle Bob.

I have to take another pill

to keep my back from creakin’

and a pill I take at supper time

to keep my pee from leakin’.

One pill I take, I don’t know why,

the doctor told me to,

so I take it with a little pill

to move my poopoo through.

The doctor says keep out of sun

and so I’m pale as paste,

the doctor says to keep an eye,

and so I watch my waste.

Standing up is such a thrill

while my brain waits for some blood,

pale, I peer into the bowl

at what looks like bovine cud,

it gives me time to stop and think,

because my pee won’t flow,

of all the pills that I might need

that my doctor doesn’t know.

It will be worse eventually,

at least that what I’m told,

the doctors give you pills and pills

if you manage to get old.