The antidote
was all they wrote
on the muddled chalkboard.
No counteragent
or astringent,
potion, elixir or a pill
could transform their will.
A quick fix
switched all
their tricks.
There’s no remedy
for the nostrum melody.
07 Tuesday Nov 2017
Posted Poetry
inThe antidote
was all they wrote
on the muddled chalkboard.
No counteragent
or astringent,
potion, elixir or a pill
could transform their will.
A quick fix
switched all
their tricks.
There’s no remedy
for the nostrum melody.