The Parting Gift

One pill.
Two pill.
Red pill.
Blue pill.

One to make you taller.
One to make you smaller.
Two is greater than one.
One is stronger than two.

Red or Blue?

One pill.
Two pill.
Red pill.
Blue pill.

Red for the moment,
Blue to take in time,
The two together
make for a fantastically
fucked up rhyme.

One pill.
Two pill.
Red pill.
Blue pill.

Still stiff as a board,
Even with the help
of each passing
cocktail;

One pill.
Two pill.
Red pill.
Blue pill.

All together, now.
Swallow the poison
for an indigo haze,

translucent skin.

One vein.
Two vein.
Red vein.
Blue vein.

One to the heart.
One to the lung.
Red or Blue?
No matter -

It’s all recycled blood.

One vein.
Two vein.
Red vein.
Blue vein.

Open wide,
captured time.
Turn the world
upside right

too late.

One pill.
Two pill.
Red vein.
Blue vein.