The Paradox of Painlessness
They say it offers insouciance: Like Granny Smith apples soaked In peanut butter, It’s ever-adored. It may only be a guise: A parched rose wrapped In a bouquet of April tulips. I myself am uncertain: The prison sentences are ghastly, There’s no question. But does it really infuse Our tired, debilitated selves with painlessness? * […]