Remedies
Written By: D. Collins
When your head is banging like a deep, bass drum.
Mince a garlic clove and butter on a hot dog bun.
Any strain that wants to call itself athlete foot.
Will bow down to the power found in Clorox bleach.
Two aspirin before sleeping after a night on the town.
Guarantees we are peaking when it's time to get down.
That's just the NOLA kind of way of doing things.
Put your talent on display for all the world to see.
I'm not a baseball fan, but I seen what I saw.
Which was the closest thing I've seen to ILL-Na-Na.
Is it possible for the Phillies to lose a game?
And, with NOLA pitching, to that, I will refrain.
Copyright © Darrell Collins | Year Posted 2023
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