Arsenic (True Story)

We know it as a poison,here are some things that you may not know
It can drop one dead in their tracks, or it may take a while
A trickster, one of devious deeds, the Devil's tool
It may appear to be something else, when putting  on a show
The Mafia has been using it for years, they like it's style
Not something a common man learns in school

If given in the right amount, but not a lethal dose
The dosage prepared by someone with medical experience
Then to a "gopher" to administer the crippling task
In a few days will appear to be stroke, or very close
Leaving the victim helpless, with little or no defense
While arsenic hides behind the mask

Affects the right side of the brain and cripples the left side
Drives the blood pressure through the roof, three hundred plus
Your mind is going a million miles per hour wandering what is taking place
A severe cramp in your left leg, bent at the knee with your foot touching the backside
All you can do is lay there and cuss
You cannot walk, you cannot talk because of a twisted face

A stroke leaves ever lasting damage, arsenic will last for a few days
The blood pressure comes back to normal, but flash backs will haunt you
The doctors in this conspiracy, will doctor you for a stroke
Will tell you that you are not a doctor, i have found out as I have my ways
The people that do not know this, have no proof on what they can do
They will laugh at you, like it is a joke

They sent me a message each time, but I know that they will be back
Claim that they are going to make me pay, or drive me insane
Because those people are never going to be nice
Remain calm and pray, until the next attack
I never run, but now I walk with a cane
As for Mr. Arsenic, I have already met him twice
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Culverhouse Avatar
January 15, 2010 at 5:12 PM
scary story, are you saying you have had two strokes?
Freeman Avatar
January 13, 2010 at 9:38 AM
Sound like a trip I care nothing about taking Danny. Nice poetic story thought. Smile!Sincerely, Moses
Kendrick Avatar
January 12, 2010 at 2:04 PM
Very alluring tale that you have told in poetic form in this tall tale. Is this true, based or truth, if truth is it you or someone else, if you how do you type with paralisis on one side of the body? Lots of questions here. Keep the open-ended writes coming. Thanks for stopping by my poem and reading my writes. Sara /Arsenic is required for the human body to function properly but in very small amounts. Sara
Dietrich Avatar
January 12, 2010 at 12:34 PM
wow, danny, but are you telling this story thru the eyes of a different real person, not being yourself? Or are YOU the person? It's funny I have imagined you as young, maybe you are older than me and using a cane? LET me know, ok!! I sure hope it's not YOU that was victim of this!! LUv, andrea
Hilliker Avatar
January 12, 2010 at 11:54 AM
Wow! That's pretty scary. Thanks for sharing.
Brown Avatar
January 12, 2010 at 7:16 AM
I enjoyed reading your poetry this morning Danny. Thank you so much for sharing it with us here at PoetrySoup. Love, Carol
Witt-King Avatar
January 12, 2010 at 2:16 AM
Wow, Danny, now that's intense.
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