A row of bottles on my shelf
Caused me to analyze myself.
One yellow pill I have to pop
Goes to my heart so it won't stop.
A little white one that I take
Goes to my hands so they won't shake.
The blue ones that I use a lot
Tell me I'm happy when I'm not.
The purple pill goes to my brain
And tells me that I have no pain.
The capsules tell me not to wheeze
Or cough or choke or even sneeze.
The red ones, smallest of them all
Go to my blood so I won't fall.
The orange ones, very big and bright
Prevent my leg cramps in the night.
Such an array of brilliant pills
Helping to cure all kinds of ills.
But what I'd really like to know...
Is what tells each one where to go!
Man, that is a great rhyme that speaks volumes! Really gets your synapses firing overtime, sending messages to this med and that med, like directing heavy traffic. It's no wonder there aren't more "collisions", right? Ah, the wonders of the human chemistry and the chemicals we introduce into it. I think they have their own GPS!
A tampon? They don't call them that here. Meds is short for Medications here. LOL, I've never heard a tampon joke where it was called a med. Rag, but not med. What does it stand for...something naughty?
ponder this
the red pill or the blue pill neo.. the red will show you the truth..
the blue pill will let you believe what you want to believe.
from the movie, " the matrix"
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Man, that is a great rhyme that speaks volumes! Really gets your synapses firing overtime, sending messages to this med and that med, like directing heavy traffic. It's no wonder there aren't more "collisions", right? Ah, the wonders of the human chemistry and the chemicals we introduce into it. I think they have their own GPS!