Glove Anyone?

Dammit what you mean I can't have no more,

I am a first class prescription whore.

I make your world go round because I am fucked.

You think your government doesn't run purely on luck?

Life is a game of cards, nothing more nothing less.

If you ain't on prescription drugs you are a mess.

So give me one more pill or a hundred more,

Because without people like us life would be a bore.

Like you I also look up to the sky above,

thinking why are we all wearing such large gloves.

Author notes

LOL, your prompt shall be:

'prescription not refillable'

Prescription Not Refillable by Cinnarry. 600 points, ended May 24, 2008, 8 entries
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Ithica
May 24, 2008
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Ha! Ha! Ha! Is this ever a back-handed lob!!! Irony R Us... Good one!!!
Cinnarry
May 24, 2008
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this rocked. the end
Abby In Chains.
May 18, 2008

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great perspective here, and nice take on the prompt.

i wish you the best of luck, yours is my favorite.