Oh do i have the recipe
That is, instruction from calamity
I have the quick fix all the way to fly
Today i cook a mix and reach the bye and bye
No more books to be better with practice
You will no longer hate a lack of kiss
Systematic across the board
Try to jump only to be floored
Force i will this medicine to take
You unknowing even own sake
Like sisyphus’s stone he had to clench
Stop you will turning forever that wrench
When its over given what you awaited
Forever fixed your soul dies elated
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Author:
Jake (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 10th, 2025 20:38
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Comments1
Thinkest thou so, eh? That's such a perfect title, like seems my daddy used to call them "snake oil salesmen"--la dee. How excellently rendered with good imagery and a taunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for your comment. The snake oil salesman is exactly what i was going for thats great!
Hit the nail on the head! Thanks again.
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