L’s for lethargy and feeling beat,
U’s for unconscious, found on the street,
D’s for drug some believe is a treat,
E’s for evenings slumped upon a seat,
Y’s yellow 150 mg.’s sure to make you snore.

They completely fill your bathroom drawer.
(What a huge store!)

Ludey likely is your attitude
if you take these pills, some yellow-hued.
Once you start a-poppin’, there’s a chance you won’t be stoppin’,
regardless of the statutes.

L’s for lassitude during the day,
U’s for unable to run and play,
D is for downer in a big way,
E’s for entropy, ennui display,
Y is for the yolk on you—that’s just a metaphor,
so don’t get semantically sore.

(Grows, your demand for more.)

Ludey tune you’ll sing will change your views;
Ludey ’tude will mean a lot you’ll snooze.
Passed out on the ottoman, you’ll drool,
hunkered down to lose the blues.

Ludey: ex-wellness. . .
pharmacological muse.
Let’s face it, pal, you are hooked. . .sure to get booked if due
desiccation you don’t choose.
We will have to lock you in a room
to dry out while you are thus entombed.

Ludey addicts, most are screwed
because they can’t take antabuse.
So our tool: the hard [de]tox school for sated fools.

It sure beats a bust for use of stuff out of control.