A row of bottles
on my shelf
cause me to
analyze myself.
One yellow pill
I hope to pop,
goes to my heart
so it won't stop.
A little white one
that I take,
goes to my hands
so they don't shake.
The blue ones
that I use a lot,
tell me I'm happy
when I'm not.
The purple one
goes to my brain,
and tells me
that I have no pain.
The capsules tell me
not to sneeze,
to cough, to choke,
or to even wheeze.
The red one,
the smallest
of them all,
go to my blood
so I won't fall.
The orange ones,
so big and bright,
stop my leg cramps
in the night.
Such an array
of brilliant pills,
helping to cure
all kinds of ills.
But what I'd really
like to know,
is what tells each one
where to go.
T.O.G.K.
