The Great Gabs-by



Still a child
Cat lover
Avid pen sketcher
Classical music lover
Tea brewer
Lives to eat
Great believer in the power of hugs \(UwU)/

Message to Readers

Poem from a long time ago. I'm starting to edit so many old pieces it's getting me nostalgic. Feedback always appreciated!!

Happy Pill

September 22, 2018

an come in the form of
a warm hug in the glacial cold
a cheesy line that gave you a rush
a beautiful obsession in the thrill of adolescence;
that cannot be bought with all the gold in the world
(whether natural from the ground
or earned from the paper cuts of dead trees)

but fear not, because now
you can buy happiness
for a dollar
per pill
'Happy Pill'
to be exact
which is truly creative
for a group of well-read doctors
finding the cure to your

and the instructions
are but a simple cycle
of steps
you can feel obliged to follow
if you would like;
one in le matin
two in l'apr├Ęs-midi
three in le soir
increasing with each beautiful and
happy day

plus, we have great news
to go along
with your prescription
once you finish one bottle
of 200 pills
we will allow a discount of fifty percent off
for your next cycle of dosage
filled with a great deal of generosity
that comes truly and certainly from our

no need to
convolute any
because, after all
we created these happy pills
for you;
a euphoric state
a forgotten depression
a ticket out of your

so presenting to you
the Happy Pills
that can be taken
at any dosage of your preference
because the greater the dosage
the faster it takes effect
letting you slip
calmly into
the peaceful
oblong of the

leaving every other
consumer dazed
in the eyes and 
in the best state of
the kind where your life has left
your tormenting misery
that the living dead

(please take these happy pills regularly or irregularly as you wish. the dosage is up to the consumer as such pills were made to keep you in a suitable state of euphoria, and please do return for more as after your third bottle, you can have as much as you want free of charge but so far, no one has made it to that stage, so please enjoy your

Happy Pills)
Resembling an advertisement, my poem describes an invention known as Happy Pills. This seemingly perfect quality of happiness is, however, very flawed. The 'doctors' I have mentioned are actually bullies who drive people into a corner, allowing them to think that nothing is worse than torture, even death. I wanted to portray how those with depression, sadly, succumb to the Happy Pills and eventually, either torture themselves in a long process of self-harm or by committing suicide. I also thought of how some people with depression are not able to receive help in time to get them out of their black hole, earning my sympathy.


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