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I've been hiding here for years
but you don't know my name
You call me something different
but to me it's just the same
I'm hungry all the time
though I don't eat and tell
I love that cream colored coating
now, you don't feel so well
I devour meat and fats
but I never feel full
I've seen the 'nodes of Ranvier'
with them I have some pull
While I devour fiber with no shame
let me interrupt this message

I've been hiding here for years
but to me it's just a game
You call "myelin, my meal
I was born to inflame
I like getting on your nerves
and there is nothing you can do
Though You'll keep on trying
you can't move when you want to
So make them stop all the research
I must continue to consume
for I mantain control
in this axon of a room
so while I pause to feed
Let me interrupt this message...

I'll continue hiding here for years
as you complain about fatigue
I don't care about your fears
I must fulfill my needs
While you suffer I only hope
they never come up with a cure
because that inventive medication
might make you who you were
You would be walking once again
and feeling really fine
M.S. would be defeated
then I'd run out of time
Oh no, you've taken something new
and you interrupt this message
interrupt this message...
interrupt this mess...

Copyright © Jack Kenny | Year Posted 2009

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Sara Kendrick Date: 10/26/2009 3:25:00 PM There is an illness and there was a movie made about the illness called "Loreno's Oil"(not sure about the spelling). This child was dying and his father kept working on coming up with something to make the myelin develop on this child's nerves and finally found that Rape Seed Oil would work but his child died before he found the cure. I wonder if this would work on other illnesses of the same nature. You drew me in and kept my interest. Keep writing. Sara Login to Reply