CA MRSA

2007
I've never tried

so hard to speak

and found myself

yet unheard.

Look out or you'll die!

You'd think all

would stop at that word,

Die. Dead. Deceased.

Kaput!

With man's fear

of mortality,

he should think

something's afoot.

Surely someone alive

besides me

Feels fear at these

words of fatality.

CA MRSA

pronounced like

See a pursa,

is a deadly disease

with several names,

and I'd say it's winning

if we're playing games.

MRSA gets inside

of you

from the person

next to you

in a drop of sweat

or any place wet

can carry it through

to you.

You don't even need a cut

or to have sex

or to share needles,

The Super Bug is uglier

than butt reaming beatles.

Awareness,

containment,

and death

to the BUG,

Is the only way to vent

and beat this thug.

I know a woman

who has been

cleanly scalped,

MRSA ate where hair

once grew ~

It was brown

the last I knew ~

Terrifying until it

started on an ear,

I think that's when

she really felt fear.

Most have it

in their skin still

Covering their torsos

at will.

With boils, bumps,

and scars,

covering every inch until

It starts on

the organs inside,

Then it's really

downhill

from dying

to has died.

No one here is quarantined,

Few are educated

about it at al,

Some still blame spiders

A microbe just seems

so very small.

Fact is, the AMA made this

And now turn their backs,

on those most

desperately needing aid

from whichever

side of the tracks,

Not nearly enough is done

Neither offense

or defense exists,

Who's targeted? Why, everyone!

I could tell you stories

from sun to sun.

I thought on lady

had it made,

because she was lucky enough

to have medicaid

for meds and to get

admitted for IV antibiotics,

and although a junkie,

they saw her great pain,

Even giving my friend narcotics.

This friend noticed the following

As a regular

daily thing.

The doctors and nurses

masked up

and changed gown,

Yet posted nothing

about MRSA's presence

in our town.

Visotors came and went

with no warning of

the risk they took

home with them,

maybe to you!

Perhaps she's even

your favorite deli's cook.

Her luck went south,

twas her without

the hair now,

and an ear to do without.

With MRSA boils

you may rush to the ER

and say, "Hey Doc!

Look here!"

He looks and backs up

then leans in to peer,

Backs up again and says,

"Spider bite!

You'll soon be out of here."

He explains how it will drain,

and writes you a script,

for a bite

That leaves you unequipped,

To fight the new

Big Bertha,

Plague, Super Bug,

Leprosy,

CA MRSA!

And maybe then you'll see

Part of what it is like

to be me,

Able to picture

how it feels

To be eaten alive

By a Flesh Eating microbe

Who'l eat antibiotics

and thrive.

I fear for those

who turn their backs,

Unless you find

Karma queer

For they could fall

fast and hard,

maybe yet this year!

Until your family

is like me,

Praying for you

with all their might

and you'll all join in

and take up my fight!

because now you have to

When those blind have sight.

Other countries have won,

Locked MRSA out tight!

While ours has not begun

or even admitted

we have a war to be won.

Learn what you can

and share what you know

What we understand we comand

So help our understanding to grow.

And pray for help,

sweating, writhing in contortions,

Aren't we reminded

of plagues

of Biblical proportions?

The Newtherlands have won

the battle with this Beast,

Let us not find

We only did

the very least

that we could have

about a tenth

of what we should have.

Please forgive us

EVERYONE!

For all the things

we should have

already done.