By Nicole Cater
Pain is an awful boogery bitch.
It gets so bad you have to pull the switch.
Reach for the little cylindrical bottle
And bolt down a couple pills full throttle.
Sweet, sweet codeine with a Tylenol back,
Letting you walk, dance, and hit the rack.
Though you are feeling wonderful, this is true,
Pesky little opioids are working other magic too.
Deep in the pit, far away from your brain,
The station's backed up, stop every train.
And though you might take on minimal freight,
You can't get rid of any of the weight.
No matter how horrible you might feel
There are worse things thrown into the deal.
So, sweet codeine, you I must quit.
Because I really really need to take a shit.
This is our showcase page, containing various submissions from various Authors. Please look for snippets about the Authors following their pieces.