I was you're last resort...
  You're feeling drowsy now...
   No need to talk.
You tipped me upside down..
Don't you remember?...
Cascading in all you're glory.

Spilling onto the carpet,
Shovelling me into you're mouth..

You washed me down
With a bottle of water..
I am round to touch,
I don't smell or talk,
All white, and there are many of me..

Shhh... the ambulance is coming soon...
Maybe next time I will succeed,
For I am a bitter pill to swallow...