satin clad placebos shall slide easily
designated pleasing for the lord
they shall slip on tongue, deliver what is wanting
cure disturbance easier than the sword
they shall purvey hope to order with avowals
incantations swallowed with coarse grain
they shall serve a purpose better than the real thing
an artefact as powerful as pain
numbered they shall be with hidden figures
a muscular massage around the spine
though truth will hurt and heal, it’s not forgotten
effect of silken words assures all’s fine
forever they shall be within the black bag
doled with ease, appeasing, fears allay
shall there be a cure for feigned sincerity
a poisoned pill they use to have their way