The Pill

Something beautiful was in my head,
I dreamt a dream of crimson red,
And tan colored ribbons spiraled round,
Until it wrapped up his body and pulled him to the ground.

When I awoke I wrote it all down,
And shared it with my class when we all gathered round,
I turned my dream into a play,
The most terrifying piece I have seen to this day.

And not because of the masks or the lights,
But because of the reason I dreamt it that night.
The boy that was happy was given a drug,
By his parents, none-the-less, to make him all numb.

They were very busy people you see,
And they didn't have any time for young Lee,
They blurred out his toys, put a book in his face,
And instead of friends, TV took their place.

Summer after summer he never played sports,
He never laughed, never ate, but he did do his chores,
Uppers and downers and middies for lunch,
His head Counselor at camp had a hunch.

Well, he was in the army, he had been captain,
Dealing with medicinal drugs while in action,
He knew what was what and that this was not right,
And so he stood his ground and was willing to fight.

The very next morning Lee went for his meds,
He was given placebos to spare his poor head.
The very busy parents had not been told.
And from five different doctors were these drugs doled.

Soon after Lee's "Mission Be Happy Survive",
He started to smile, play, be alive!
"A frisbee? O man, I can throw that!,
Gimme a chance! Hey, my turn at bat!"

This story means more to me than one will ever know,
So much so, that I turned it into a show,
But I couldn't help it, it came right out of my head,
That one beautiful Crimson and Tan night in my bed.