THE CURE

THE CURE
3/15/00

Take me where the flavor leads
Each path addicts then see what bleeds
And where are you supposed to set the patch?
Do you mend the wound or block the path?

If choice is in the baby’s water
The filth is in the pool that taught her
And that is where we find the rub
To save the child yet dump the tub
Because in that dirt there was the voice
That gave your filthy child a choice

The sinner’s life defines the saint
Not chosen good is good that ain’t
The exception gives the logic taint
Is mirror reflection or is it paint?

With time the options get much fewer
Addiction alone just seems so pure
Alleviation to endure
Somehow the poison has become the cure