It Must Be a Pill
by the ignorant savants

It must be a pill
cannot be a natural thrill
or it could be that you're a Wendigo
married to a Succubus
tired of eating each other
looking for some soul from us
you slip into a crowd of sunny denialist nihilists
got little derringers rolled up in your fists
thinking you can Trump us
just because of the name
you drop on us
You don't want happy
you just wanna be some baby's pappy
and walk away
I'll call you "Joyrilla",
if you call me
"But Don't Just Stop There and Let it Be".

Lyrics by Byron Haskins © 2022 nPoet9 Publishing

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