They tried to give me a pill. When I told them my soul was dying They tried to give me a pill. I was in a place of neglect, Old linoleum and ripped apart furniture Told you all you needed to know. It was the Official Place for help, A place for Sterilization. I sat listening to a girl. She was telling of times before. The food is bad she said, Get out when you can. I was waiting for my turn To be Processed. I was in fear for my life. SHE was leaving. I was grieving. I told them this sorrow And they understood. He was losing his support structure, He needed her. The answer Is a pill. A pill to love and laugh with, To look into its eyes And see the future. A pill to have sex with, To hate and argue with. If you couldn't have HER Have a pill. You people are a nightmare.
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