17 March 2012

God’s Own Medicine

GOM

God’s own medicine

Comes in golden ampules

The sacred heart pumps

The full half a grain

In heavens back yard

You’ll play like a child

Float in the air

A lead balloon

Gouch on the couch

A drooling zombie

Feeling slightly woozy

Like you are dying

But dying in comfort

It’s the final mystery

A little death

Does a man good

Just don’t do too much

Or it’ll do you in

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4 comments:

  1. What skillful highlight of the delicacy in the ruthless portrait of the asylum seeker

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  2. I never thought about it in quite those terms, but you're right - some seek asylum in chemicals

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  3. A perfect elixir for St. Patrick's Day, my brother ;~)

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