Poem 24








A little poison now and then,
And later as well.
All is poison and all is panacea, don’t you see?
And every lie is laced with a drop of truth, trust me.
I took an oath of hypocrisy don’t you know?
That means I promised to never not do any harm,
And why would I ever go back on my word?
No more reassurance is needed.
Now gobble it up.
One tablespoon a day keeps your frontal lobe at bay.

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