Richard Thripp

Mel F. Gibson's Cuss Tea

I will never ever forget the time that I merely met singer Tom Jones
nor will I regret the whizzing bullets and crude zinger bomb moans
for I don't whisper to Catholic vestrymen nor wing it in calm tones
among the plagued, sorrowful, indigent, impoverished and musty
My associations are exclusively with the trail-hardened and trusty
With protective salves and ointments one's not likely to turn rusty
excepting the Atlantic Basin where conditions are more often gusty
discounting not Hostess Bakery from which cakes are baked crusty
Unpaved roads leading to fat-restricted slimness are dry and dusty
as there ain't no dietary beverage called Mel F. Gibson's Cuss Tea

Submitted: Saturday, December 28, 2013
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'Everyone should know that most cancer research is largely a fraud...'
– Linus Pauling Ph.D. (1901-1994) Two-time Nobel Prize winner

Alan C. Nixon Ph.D., past president of the American Chemical Society writes, 'As a chemist trained to interpret data, it is incomprehensible to me that physicians can ignore the clear evidence that chemotherapy does much, much more harm than good.'

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