Panacea

Panacea
by Chris Commodore©2010

If you cannot pay the bill,
Out of control, lost your zeal,
Too much fat in every meal;
Take a pill.

Trouble napping day or night,
Problems driving dark or light,
Slow or silly, have some blight;
Take a pill.

Complications, true or light,
Fear, misfortune, scared of height
No success, try hard you might;
Take a pill.

Cannot avoid crushing fate,
Never early, always late,
Cannot satisfy your mate;
Take a pill.

Wonder if t’was said to Eve,
If you ever Adam grieve,
When true love you can’t conceive,                             
Take a pill.                                                                          

In the rest room or the tub,
If you ache and need a rub,
If you groan to do the job,
Take a pill.

When this warring planet dries,
Gross ill-fated dreams, just lies,
Crooked leaders you despise,
Take a pill.

If life’s phantoms block you in,
Making sure you cannot win,
When all hope is lost within,
Take a pill.

All the trinkets you amassed,
Dusk of life, you feel harassed,
Fame all fleeting, crumbled, crashed
Take a pill.

Greenery erased, no more bloom;
Spend the summer in your room.
Winter chills point to the tomb,
Take a pill.

Strafed this psychedelic orb,
Heaven’s shocked, and angels sob.
Civil rights left to the mob,
Take a pill.

See the truth that you fought for,
Trampled, swept right out the door;
Scruples, values count no more.
Take a pill.

Never mind WAY, TRUTH, and LIFE.
Amass mammon, live for strife,
Squeezed by scourges of this life;
Take a pill.