Here is Tommy, a good little kid. He never did wrong, until he took a bid

He walked down fourth and main, thinking how his life was so lame

His grades had dropped and he was grounded, he had no friends and was not astounded when

A shadowy figure jumped from the alley, he said “Hey kid, wanna buy some of O’Malleys?”

Tommy stopped and was gonna say no, but he thought what the hay, I think I’ll have a go

“What’s this O’Malleys you speak of, good sir? Is it something that will be the cure?”

“You see, my boy, this pill is gold. It will let you remember or forget anything that you’re ever told. ”

Our poor young Tommy could think of nothing more, for he was horribly, terribly, unimaginably torn

He had done nothing bad since he was born, but he would have a life and grades and a girl ( for he was in love with the girl in the class next door)

He fought back and forth, head versus heart; but his head won for his heart was in parts

He snatched a few dollars from his bag, and handed it to the shady figure who didn’t look so bad

Tommy eagerly grabbed the bag, but the shady man said: “Only take one with a glass of water, or else your brain will begin to falter.”

The man then stepped back into the shade, and Tommy raced home to try the new discovery he’d made

He grabbed a white-blue drug and a glass of water before he made himself snug

He went to bed early, ready to begin; he forgot the warning of the man and took all but ten

He falls asleep quickly and dreamt of being king; little did he know, in a few days’ time, he wouldn’t even be able to sing before he reached his prime

He woke up the next morning, a new and changed man; for he would remember or forget with the wave of his hand.

He felt alive, as though nothing could bring him down; he was over being sad, and headed to school in town

He got there by bus and went up the tiny steps; then he looked down and didn’t remember the rest.

He got to his class and sat straight up in his seat; for he was attentive with high energies, so to speak

The teacher came in and the class was quiet, but while they sat and listened, Tommy was thinking about being a pilot

After class, Tommy couldn’t recall, what the teacher had taught them at all

He waved his hand and like a light, he remembered everything (even that bugs do bite)

He was thrilled about this, he couldn’t quite believe it; he wanted this to go on and on, so he sped home… only to find his stock was depleted.

His mother came in and told him that, she had seen the pills and thought they were Grandpa Jack’s. She had tossed them out, “because they’d gone bad” and so Tommy raced to the alley to meet his favorite lad.

The man in the alley quickly traded with Tommy, and told him once again “no more than one or you’re going to wish for your mommy”

Impatient little Tommy ignored this cue, and downed the bottle, only leaving one or two

Over the next few weeks, Tommy’s grades soared. His sports performance was not to be ignored. He had his girl and life was good; that is until the drugs took effect (like they should)

His head hurt constantly, and he always felt sick; “Call the priest” said his uncle, “Don’t be silly” said his aunt Ted

His health spiraled downward and downward it ran; no doctor, no priest not even the common man; could have guessed what was wrong with our poor Tommy man.

Seeing as though this were the end, Tommy climbed out of bed and hoped one man would mend that which the drug had harmed

Our poor old Tommy walked down the night alley, calling for someone, calling for “O’Malley”. A shadowy figure erupted from the night, and tsked at the boy then with a sigh

Grasped the boys’ hand and held it tight. “You should’ve listened to your mother, oh poor Tommy boy. For drugs turn your mind to putty.” The man said to Tom.

A few hours later, Tommy’s mother called out. For she knew nothing of his addiction to the pills on this dark route. Tommy boy lay silent, for he was long gone dead. His body was never found, and his story just now told. So beware of the shadow man with the pills of gold.