Vile
Why is it, I ask
That the best of medicines
Can
taste really vile
Vile suggests evil
Unspeakable acts of war
Hidden behind veil
The smell of death vile
The dead opposite of live
All the sweetness gone
Mark
Mark my words Matthew
Both Luke and John got it right
Testament
to faith
As she requested
He scratched her back with vigour
The
mark of the beast
A marriage contract
She an illiterate girl
Simply
made her mark
Twenty
Twenty to a pack
Guaranteed to shorten life
Light
up and breathe in
Change for a twenty
Never ask tax consultants
Only
get five back
Just twenty minutes
Sitting peacefully quiet
Daily
makeover
Solve
Solve all life's problems
Unconscious mind does the work
Given
some dream time
A problem to solve
Is simply a solution
Waiting
to happen
More conspiracy
Lies piled on mad distortion
Never to be solved
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