Medicine Show
Medicine Show
by Laura Summerville Reed
I've sold my soul for
Your medicine show
Hoping for some healing
At the end of the road
There’s no break in the road
There’s a break in the wheel
There's a potion of watery excuses
Made of rusted snake charms and axle grease
It's a miracle
The sighted are blind again
The Lame
Can dance to the white noise again
You’re the one that needs redemption
But I’ll keep buying you on time
Salvation’s too expensive
And then we’d have to say good-bye
LSR 2013©