The Antidote

The Antidote short poem

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Hail the messiah of the downtrodden soldiers of the heart and mind,
Grief, chaos, anger and their friends need some counselling.
So the Superman arrives with tickling serpentine fingers and darty snooker eyeballs;
The cavalry of shenanigans on his nosey,
Pocket full of stories
Hush here, hush there and all fall for them.
Dancing the disco of laughter;
Living in the chucklesome raps of mirth
A dash of lime on naked tongue,
And oh so ethereal, a balloon of buffoonery
lifting those downtrodden soldiers up, up and up.

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