Cures
There are so many cures today
There's help for whatever comes your way
There's an almost cure for headaches that linger
Most of the time they can reattach a severed finger
There's transplants for thinning hair
And so called cures for fat are everywhere
Bad eyesight? Get some glasses
Then there's " Beano" for natural gasses
Trade an old joint for one made of plastic
Sounds awful, but it's not that drastic
There's even a cure for a heart shot by Cupid
So, tell me please, why there's no cure for STUPID
Copyright © Vernette Hutcherson | Year Posted 2007
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