a little white pill

is anyone
not
on a pill.
head
in the clouds.
on a island
of their
own
called
almost
happy. raise
your hand,
if you can.
who isn't taking
a tiny
white dot
of chemical
chalk
prescribed
for three
times a day
after eating?
no driving
of farm
machinery
or climbing
onto rooftops,
or drinking
a gin and tonic.
it's bliss
as your life
slides seamlessly
away with
no music made,
no books written,
no art
coming from your
limp hand.