Furphy
[ fur-fee ] show ipa. noun,plural fur·phies. Australian. a false report or improbable story; rumor.
this expectation of rejuvenation
it lacks reality
it’s just a pipe dream
a fat and fecund ripe scream
this procrastinated exhilaration
the love child of boredom and sloth
it clings to the teet of fading promises
and it thrives in all that is lost
this tremorous tale of tribulation
it tells of the told and unsaid
it’s not coca cola, not a real thing
it’s got no guts it knows no feeling
this emergence of a familiar disturbance
a pattern that arcs through times
rippling through every possible touch
the feigned, the real and the obligated
this degradation of stimulation
nursing an invisible welt
a loss of face, place and senses
nursing a nothing not felt
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Reminds me of snakeoil salesmen and the scam artist from Pete's dragon where dragon blood, liver tongue, etc. all possessed amazing healing and rejuvenation capabilities. Thing is, sure accidents do happen and tend to be people's misfortune, but most people wanting that kind of stuff are the ones that never took care of their body on the first place.