Lady Vitamin B and The Oil of Murder
here i sitwith food in hand
ready to chew, it up
with vitamins in my plans
but in the mist of my consumption
something strange has taken hold
a taste in my food that has been overly bold!
that make my legs thunderously painful
and feel, very, very, old
with tears in hands and fears giving way
the oil of food has taken a even bigger pace
it has consumed me with an even greater pain
my left side, upper, close to the rib,
somehow now has me in fits
and my lift side hip bone feels like some one is making
it quake to the shake of an earth-liver-quake
i do so ask in much great hast
that you never find your self in
a neck braking place
to find that your cooking oil has a
poisoning taste for vitamin B
and kills you ever so painful and quickly
only true words make the best poems....
and only a murderer, if one gets caught...
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