Money the anodyne of the old,
Sex the anodyne of the young,
Before and after, diapers; mold
And bare belief, to which we clung.
Words are money, to the writer,
Ideas the coin, which pays the way,
And ticking clocks, to guide the fighter;
Leave the losers where they lay.
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An anodyne has many uses (as well as a far number of abuses) But by distracting rather than providing a cure It encourages use, more rather than fewer. s