My new and most effective drug (may halt, if not reverse, Parkinson’s “progress”) is based on a synthetic Gila monster venom.
Tim already has a poem for the ‘Venom Drug”, as everybody is naturally calling it:
Hope is Our Word for Elpis
Stephen is taking Gila monster venom
to treat the brain disease I deeply hate.
I pray this treatment hasn’t come too late.
Now he can ride his horse in faded denim,
hawk on his fist, young of the year spring kite
as the rose-fingered dawn rolls back the night.
Parkinson’s has taken too many friends
as I have written you too many times,
grappling with meters and my anguished rhymes.
The greatest of these pitiable ends?
My pope who strode the world like a colossus
as Homer’s longest strophe, the molossus,
leaves its huge footprint in his epic verses.
Jesus, relieve us of our lethal curses.
Bayetta, the variety of Exanamide that I take, is synthetic; no Gila Monsters are harmed, or even harassed by milking, in its making.