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Jul 08, 2007
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Arsenic
Arsenic?
Does it make you sick.
If it was baked in a pie.
On the other, hand in a stir fry.
Wonder does it smell.
Can it be tasted, can the user tell.
Who gave the dose.
Does the aroma, stick to the clothes.
Could it be administered in very small portions.
Bring instant death, or just convulsion.
Linger on the breath, before the victim dies.
Hand on heart, and telling lies.
Cremation may be better.
To throw the red setter.
Off the trail.
Of the old lady, so frail.
The men in black.
May open the bag, and trace it back.
To me.
Then I wouldn’t be free.
Just couldn’t stand.
To be on remand.
Years in prison.
No excuses or reasons.
Then maybe I’ll wait.
Till death summons them, to the Pearly Gate.
Cant be blamed for that.
Not in this life anyway.
— kinganeye, Jul 08, 2007
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