The Red Pill

It's Paul's fault.

He said I needed the red pill 

As if I am not already chill 

I predicted a disaster 

what a brilliant forecaster

Seems like I am in a matrix

He has no care for my ethics

Blue pill, red pill 

I now have to choose

Yet another substance he's making me abuse

Better ring the doctor he'll know for sure

Write down the wanted cure

What if it was all just a lure

Blue pill, red pill

Are we all mentally ill? 

Hamsters on a wheel

Popping one after the other without a will 

No one knows, here's the thing

Blue pill, red pill

All this evil chemistry

Lies disguised medically 

A never ending circle of red and blue 

on a wheel that spins endlessly 

Reviews

[Paul Bell]

I think your the sanest person i've met last week.
I wonder how many different colour pills there are.
If you're going through a purple patch. Purple.
Black mood. Black.
Being attacked by a kamikaze pilot. Yellow.
Feeling blue. Blue.
Paul told me to do it. All the colours.
Yeah, i understand your poem now.

[Marina]

Can you make me a cocktail, Paul 'cause you are too much.

[Paul Bell]

Too much is an overdose. On the the way with a stomach pump. A white stomach pump. That's confusing. lol