Let me have you
Amoxicillin I love you.
In vain I comb the city streets for you.
You evade my attempts to search you out.
Why, amoxicillin, why?
Show yourself so that I may
Devour you, let you run through me.
Tears streaming down my pale skin
With the pain of wanting of you.
I can’t go on without you,
My pressed pill prince.
Amoxicillin I love you.
[Real story behind this – it took me ages to acquire amoxicillin to cure my strep throat. Both pharmacies I went to did not have it in stock, it being only the most prescribed antibiotic… the last one said they would have it by 8 am the next morning. Fine, so I stop by before work and a half hour of waiting ends with, “There’s no prescription here or even a record of you in our database, therefore I can’t help you.” Rite Aid pharmacy incompetents, you make me very mad!]
posted by aquaticmoo @ 3:20 AM
1 Comments:
Wow. This poem actually made me smile. How can you write something so beautiful about some meds? I hope this weekend at home become all the medicine you need to feel better.
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