Pharmacopeia

I have a pill that thins my blood,
Or in my veins it’s much like mud,
Another keeps it much less sweet,
So I can keep my sight and feet,
And still one more so pressure’s low,
The heart within my chest won’t blow,
A script so I don’t huff and puff,
So far the dosage strong enough,
Another tablet keeps me calm,
Now spouse’s tirades seem like balm,
A capsule helps the waste to flow,
I double that when it’s too slow,
A curious med I take in course,
It keeps me whizzing like a horse,
Elective pill it’s color blue,
Makes bedroom rapture just like new,
When we should meet I have this look,
A walking pharmaceutical book.

Peter Lowell Paulson
March 9, 2011