Rumedicine
Rudimentary medicine Watson
That’s what I say
Cures the soul, the bones and
Somewhat more
Imbibe it
For maximum resolutions
Whatever ails you
This swagger shall bring
Spirits to the soul
Yearning to the heart
A dance in your toes
If it won’t cure the sadness
No one but you shall know
Rumedicine my dear
No matter the cure soken
Your fears shall be less than smoken
For in the haze of the rumedicnes effect
You shall not have time at all to reflect
The final cure upon the weary suffering heart
Death
Vintage unknown
Note: Dedicated to the inventor of a new word, or two!
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2016
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