If they insist that you, “Name your drug of choice,”
stall as long as possible; you can’t ever tell
what might turn up later.
Let us give mortal justice it’s proper due
on such an auspicious day, and every man-jack
of us lay down our swabs, hitch up our breeches,
face the fiery flag and repeat together:
“Only those who need mercy want mercy.”
One fellow hereby describes
Secondary treatments for Secondary ills
as, “After being set afire, leaping from a tall
building to escape the flames.”
Only revolutionist thought offers sufficient variety.
One old Borscht Belt veteran, upon visiting a
“House of Worship” for the first time, quickly
experienced his own moment of epiphany
when he leaped to his feet shouting,
A friend will hold your coat,
a lover will hold your hand,
but who will hold your attention?
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