Best Bromide Poems

Oh boy what a pair
The Babbitt and the Bromide
I speak of Kelly and Astaire
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No pride

Hair dyed

She lied

He cried

Love died

She sighed...

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Modern Appetite
by Michael R. Burch

"Women, wine, song ..."

It grumbled low, insisting it would feast
on blood and flesh, etcetera, at least
three times a day. With soft lubricious grease

and pale salacious oils, it would ease 
its way through life. Each day—an aperitif.
Each night—a frothy bromide, for relief.

It...

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