Purple Pill J. M. Strother I want the purple pill. Please, oh please doctor, sign me up for the purple pill. What's it called? I do not know. What's it for? I do not care. But it will cure me of what ails me, Of that, I am sure. For they tell me so, over and over, Every night on my TV. So please, doctor, please, Sign me up for the purple pill.

Young man your days are through, So you can't step and fetchit, There's nothing you can do But lie and be depressed... The day is over but before you go, I'll give you sugar, a placebo. I know you feel ill, but I can't catch it. So, here's my bill, it's high and retched. Think about your past, your sins disguise; You'll never get passed into paradise. So take the cure before you die.... Give the purple pill a try

This is great! Unfortunately I don't think we'll see this posted on the side of the purple bus. Thanks for the laugh, guys.

Do you think the poets art is undescript and Tacky? Do you like green eggs and ham or do you think its yacky? Do you insist that serious discussions have Gonwaki? Then have we got a pill for you.... Its still purple though.