I used to be no good at taking pills
Couldn’t even swallow a tiny Advil
Dad made me practice with M&Ms and Skittles
But I’ve gotten much more practice since I’ve been ill

Maybe it’s the subtle taste or the horrible smell
That makes the remedy for my cerebral hell
I can’t even begin to show or tell
How badly I wish I was well

Depression, what a horrible thing to catch
Feeling like one in a bad batch
Are these pills a remedy or just a small patch
Or better yet, has evil met its match?

So give me your devil
And just in case you’re skeptical
I’ll raise you my chemicals
Chalky, fishy, colorful, inedible