Get rid of the pain

No need to be a surgeon.

Open your heart wide.

Rip your pain away.

And if no soul can help carrying it,

Put it somewhere,


But elsewhere.

Put it beneath rhymes and similes

Put it under "Dear Diary"

Put it on do, re, mi, fa, sol.

Put it on alto and soprano.

Put it on ballet or hip-hop

Put it on canvas or sketch books

Put it on hymns and psalms

Put it on the top of the steeple

Put it on crunches and planks

Put it with your fist on the wall.

Put it through tears on your pillow.

As long as it is smoewhere safe,

Get rid of your pain.




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