This Pill Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

This Pill



This bill!
This pill;
No will left for you! ! ! !
Only to kill yourself;
Because of the pill.

Illness!
With the muse of this pill;
Ill, spill, still, till, drill!
Gill and grill;
This bill!
This pill;
No will left for you.

Sunday, September 13, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: illness,rhyme royal
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Edward Kofi Louis

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