This modern day
The ads exclaim
When selling us their pills
Can help! Can help!
(A weakling’s claim)
They’ll never cure our ills
The promises they make are rash
They see themselves as clever
And think we’ll pay our hard earned cash
For snake oil cures
The doubtful claims are bold and shiny
And now we all have hope
The side effects they wish were tiny
(And so they softly spoke)
This drug, it’s not for everyone
And so you must be cautious
May cause rash or swollen tongue
And might just make you nauseous
So, thinking persons, don’t be dense
These warnings, printed finely
Should make you use your common sense.
”Twas given you, divinely.
Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.