Painless

A poem by Loffy

Four little white pills
lined up neatly in a row
vanish in an instant --
down my throat they go.
Oh what a warm, happy feeling
as they course through my veins,
numbing me until I feel
not an iota of pain.
I drink them with coffee
sometimes with milk tea
but I dare not take them
when my stomach is empty.
With my precious little white pills
I never have to feel
anything painful,
anything real.

Disclaimer: Relax, I'm no druggie, I just take pain meds for my dysmenorrhea which just kills me every month. Heh.