revolting honesty

My melting sun of brie,
Beware the winds of pills,
For they can be harsh.
These winds have no homes,
Nor minds of their own.
Despite honesty,
The lips that kiss pills
Are broken.
And our job it is,
To help sew them back.
Then walk away,
Without looking back.
Preserve thy safety
And go home.
p.s.
Amazon is being oh so kind,
it is painting us green!