Can’t Farm Out Everything

an ounce of prevention

is worth pounds of cure,

since the cure is so often

>this close<

to poison

check the toe tag

label

and that goes for all maladies, body and soul, the

pop-pop

fist-fist

of anger

doesn’t dissolve as readily in

seltzer as say, I do

in tears,

saline solution

the dregs of any

drug-like remedy

grounded in madness

is that an oxymoron?

and so predictable

am I?

it’s

>this close<

to generic

cut/rate rage

that’s cheaper by the

Big Box

rope a dope

and ultimately more costly

is that another oxymoron?

so keeping a lid on it

am I?

is best foil—untested.

so incredibly copyrighted

K. Robiscoe