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.