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