The Remedy

That feeling when the mass of the world roll off your back…Wish I could encapsulate, patent the vat, bottle-n- tag the stash. Squirrel away a sup for when the urge to wrap strand around where the neck tie be at… Oh yes…we need it so bad... Quench the dry, like cool water tap to desert sands; the drip splash lubricates the esophagus path... Maybe like commercials you’ve seen when clean teeth mash York Peppermint Pattie pads…Attacked by a goose flesh type rash, but no scratch. Cube of ice down your shirt flirts with the a**crack…  Heavenly vision circumambient; it circles manly men; make them giggle and laugh… Angels playing harps and ballerinas break-dance to symphonies; swing it man! Now imagine if I had the power to sell the product across every seas span…Reach the farthest lands, pass it hand to hand; something that could change emotions on command. Bet it’d be in high demand.