The Good and Bad Pills

Poem I wrote based on stories and poems I’ve heard at my writing group.

By Chloe GilholyPublished 2 months ago • 1 min read

Photo by Alexander Grey on Unsplash

My money is for me, I earned my wage

And I paid all my bills on time.

No one says their for profit

But they never said they were for loss either.

The good and bad pills taste the same.

One waiting list to the next, then ticked off.

Clinical and cynical till death do us part.

I’m getting out of here.

Why should I spend my cash on side effects?

Coffee and cake is cheaper.

Freedom is not free, it’s worth the price.

My soul is not for sale.

I am no longer an ATM machine

Perhaps I’m now the new queen of mean.

My money is for me and nobody else.

You think that’s nasty? That’s too bad!

Mental Health

About the Creator

Chloe Gilholy

Former healthcare worker and lab worker from Oxfordshire. Author of ten books including Drinking Poetry and Game of Mass Destruction. Travelled to over 20 countries.

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