Stupid Pills

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I have pondered the meaning of life
Any why we suffer so many ills
The other day it came to me
It must be the “stupid pills.”

These pills, they sit among the others
Looking like all the rest
But their role is far from normal
You need only one ingest.

Then things happen all amiss
You leave the windows wide
You fail to take your grocery list
You forget where you reside.

“Where is your brain,” your spouse asks
When you leave her at the store
Although she clearly said to you,
“I’ll meet you at the door.”

You start for the garage to get a tool
Then you decide to sweep the floor
Pretty soon you are cleaning the mower
You forgot what you went there for.

A trip to the dentist, you don’t forget
You want your teeth white and pearly
The receptionist looks up from her desk
“You’ve come in a week too early.”

A task as simple as opening the mail
Is more than you need, oh, alas
You might do it again, probably will
Keep the junk and toss the first class

Don’t worry, don’t fret, it’s not your fault
Away with remorse and with shame
You’re only doing what the doc said
Those pills on the shelf they’re to blame

Jerry Robbins is a graduate of Gettysburg College, Yale University Divinity School, and the Hartford Seminary Foundation, where he earned a Ph.D. He served in campus ministry for over three decades. He’s the editor of The Essential Luther (Baker) and the author of Carevision (Judson) and Provocables (C.S.S.). He has published several articles and over 100 book reviews. He received the Joseph Sittler Award for Writing.  Since retiring to Florida in 2001, he has turned his attention to novelty writing projects. Recently, he was published in Military, Rapid River, and Humor Times.

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