If they're coming to take me away
it won't be today,
the monsters have eaten their fill.

I'm just learning the ropes
fitting the bill
opening the childproof
and taking the blue pill,
the one that puts you to sleep
the one that keep you secure
in the deep of the night.

In the afterlife as an afterthought
a thought.
Wondering if thoughts are as powerful
as words once were
finding out when you're there
is a bit too late as indeed you would be too.


They might come tomorrow
but
I have more blue pills
and a good hiding place.