Poem on Vicodin

The world is colorful

So pretty and yummy

I want something better

To put in my tummy

Cordell is not at work

He does not have it today

It is only Friday

Not Sunday or Saturday

My heart is constricted

My chest feels tight

Someone is sitting on it

But is out of sight

This person on my chest

Is invisible and cannot be seen

I do not understand at all

This is a person, not a bean.

A poem written on vicodin

Is what this is tonight

I wonder if I should have done this

Or if people will be filled with fright.

Outside it is raining

Or has it calmed down?

I do not know because I am inside

I should be wearing a crown.

Horsey makes fun of me

For missing the goodbyes

But I should make fun of her

For having pie eyes.

Now this rhyme is coming to its end

I don't know why I had to say

But I felt like it

So... good day.