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Click hereMaybe some nightshade.
Not too much; just enough
to make you believe in
everything I say, okay?
Well it isn’t like I would
ask your permission, is it?
It dilates the pupils, you know.
Queens used it for centuries,
and Italian courtesans too.
It made them sparkle with lust.
Why do you think they call it belladonna, anyway?
The perfect amount is a good cure
for junk sickness, but too much,
like heroin, or like the truth
for that matter, can be fatal.
But that’s history, just like us,
and just because I wanted to rewrite
it didn’t make me a revisionist.
My version was just more compelling, that’s all.
and I don't mean interesting in the same way I'd say, "He's a nice guy." :) It did take more than one read for me to like it. It's like tasting... um... oh, those vinegar chips that my ex used to bring home. Surprisingly, you get hooked after a few. Sigh... I just compared your poem to vinegar chips that my ex ate. I'm sorry. :-| I like the poem.
Strong and powerfully written.. mystery laced..
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The perfect amount is a good cure
for junk sickness, but too much,
like heroin, or like the truth
for that matter, can be fatal.
Truth.. painful and revealing.. good writing
du~
Mentioned in the Sunday reviews..