Pills

Green ones for my head, 

Blue before I go to bed, 

The white one helps me see,

Yellow, keeps me buzzin like a bee. 

The black one, like my soul 

Has a stench so foul. 

All these pills inside,

They’ve got me bleary eyed. 

How much can they really do? 

But make you a little less you. 

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