Poetry For The Poets

Pete Parkkonen

You wave hello to the blind Give your word, take a bribe Lend a hand, adding arms in time The cure is worse Than the pain inside

You feed the poor with a sigh Empathize when you're high Open doors, but the room is mine

The cure is worse Than the pain inside

This is the morning after We live the morning after

Save a soul, take a life There is more safety in numbness Save your breath from the world outside The cure is worse Than the pain inside

This is the morning after We live the morning after


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