writings on life

Halloween Pharmacy

Kool-Aid on the shelf stacked up to the ceiling

Froot Loops in the aisle

I’ve got an eerie feeling

Pepsi and Halloween candy

It’s on every corner

It’s meant to be dandy

An autumnal festival at the local grocery store

How ironic that the pharmacy is in the same building

Just feet away

People get their candy and then their medicine

It’s a bit chilling

The grocery store manager talks with the pharmacist

They shake hands over the logistics

Put poison and remedy on the same shelf

Accessibility

No one will question themselves

I watch people reach for the junk

Then shuttle to the pharmacy line

It moves slow, like everyone’s stuck

No costumes are needed

Advertisers and big pharma have cheated

But it’s all so convenient

I watch a small girl walk up and reach out for the candy corn

She doesn’t know it’s a thorn

I intercept and hand her a peach instead

Her parents and older brother are half dead – in the pharmacy line

A little girl saved in the nick of time

The candy is addictive

We’re where no one predicted

The candy looks like pills

What if the stuff on the shelf kills

What are the grocery store manager and the pharmacist scheming

Better yet – what are you eating?

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