Safety Pen Poem by Samuel finley

Safety Pen



A safety pen; skin so paper thin,
there's nary a task breaking it.
You contradict the safety that labels it.
Blood trickles. Although the blood's little,
a sense of relief; intends to repeat infinitely
till water crimsons and becomes dismal

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sidi Mahtrow 15 May 2011

Diagnostics Exemplary The doctor said, 'Where does it hurt you? ' 'Here, ' said the maid. Pointing to the ankle, swollen and blue. 'No bones broken nor is the skin Just a minor twist Before you came in That hurts a lot, I'm sure miss. But I always check for damage to nerves Just to be sure So here's a bit of additional pain I serve For you to endure. And he took from his pocket A safety pen And into the left leg's knee socket He stuck the point in. An ouch, and a jerk Was the instant response And the Doctor said, 'It's no quirk That you jumped at once.' 'There's no nerve damage within I'm happy to report.' As he returned the pin To the pocket of his madris sport. This is a true accounting of a visit to the emergency room of the Doctor's Hospital back some years ago. s

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