Anodyne Poem by Patti Masterman
Anodyne
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.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: clocks,fighter,money,sex
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8/7/2026 5:33:55 PM # rel_20260806T081513Z_580e7f4
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