They’ve arrived, your troops.
Now in neat rank and file,
They stand to attention, primed for
Their first action in some while.
Are you ready to pop
From each blister-pack,
The task force you require daily
To come storming back?
Just one every morn and
You’ll soon be fighting fit.
Able to cope with the days, willing to
Deal with the shit.
But if your soldiers can’t prevail,
Take these numbers to call,
Who’s voices have your back, when it’s
Pressed to the wall?
If your monkey is howling and
The dark sea looks so inviting,
Keep popping the pills.
Or, give up the fighting.